Dawnlark Plains Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first.

His reaction was one that Sibyl had seen many times before. He was scanning her for any signs of recognition, and panning through his memories to try and recall having met her before. Perhaps she could have prefaced their interaction differently, but she preferred to greet others, when she had an offering, and have them be a little bit off-balance. She found wolves easier to read when they were too busy trying to figure her out to put a guard up. 

His attention to her pronoun was noticed as well, but went unanswered. She was well aware that when wolves looked at her, they saw only her, and she was fine with that, as it simply marked them apart as one whose third eye was closed, and one who saw. She nodded simply, in such a way to acknowledge his question without necessarily making it a pivotal point of their interaction. Of course, she was used to getting pointed questions- but she had a way of always explaining things as simply as possible, without engaging too much skepticism. And when she did- she would simply leave them to contemplate and review their beliefs. 

She laughed softly as he greeted her. She appreciated that he was willing to speak with her, even though he thought she had recognized him improperly. "We are not mistaken," She said softly, even though he seemed fairly certain that she was. This was fine- it was his error, and she could not fault him for coming to that conclusion; he did not see, the way she did. "You are the one we saw," She said. Before he could wonder when she'd seen him, and what she'd seen him doing, she continued. "And we have an offering," She said, knowing that that might pique his attention.