Northstar Vale Sleep off the destruction

The young sooty wolf had no reassurances for him. No aid in asking where he might be coming from and what exactly he was looking for. If Olo explained, he wondered if it would have done any good at all. The young man's mouth opened and Aiolos' head lifted to the arrival of another. Another which apparently the other male knew for when he turned his head he not only greeted her silently, he remained silent for her to take the stand as well. She was superior. As a woman, Aiolos believed her above the lot of them anyhow. He was unsure how to react. Though she was not Nereides, she was woman. 

Aiolos scrambles up on cut limbs from his seated position before her. Tall as he was, his head comes down low, ears back. His fiery gaze not to dare meet her pale attention but to fall to the delicate snow of her footing. Not where, but whom, Miss. He speaks, correcting delicately. My group and I come to these lands in search of a lost comrade. Now we've lost eachother. He stops and awaits her reply, eyes lifting to steal a glance at her slender and scarred features.