Whitebark Stream That's the moral of the story

Arlette stayed where she was but the large man seemed civilized. She was reminded of Greyback with his large figure. Though Greyback had far more expressions than this male. Her help was brushed off. Arlette frowned, thinking it was thoughtful of her to help a stranger, kind even. Her red eyes scanned over the male. "There is no shame in accepting help," she returned, perhaps the man wanted to show that he was strong? 'If not the case, perhaps you can help me," she offered softly.

"Do you know the Kastleoki Pack? I am traveling to them and I was wondering if I am in the right direction?," she asked him. Perhaps he knew of the pack and could help her. If not then she might be officially lost. Her ears perking up and her body language hopeful as she asked.