Emberwood can you show me?

It was not long before the scent of another wolf flooded her senses, paw-steps faintly ringing through the calm woodlands. She watched as the other fae approached, weaving between the trees, and then dipped her head in an obvious show of submission and respect once she stopped in her tracks. She wondered why she did not say the name -- perhaps she had come to the wrong borders? No, that would be impossible.

"Andromaque of Courtfall," she introduced with a quick nod and a smile spread 'cross russet maw. "I come to learn more of your pack -- Uaine Gorsedd, is it?" The name rolls with some trembling from her tongue, unnatural and difficult to pronounce. Maybe that's why she didn't say it before.