Nimbus Summit tiburon

The shadow stopped mid-stride.
The red wolf was not chasing after her yet, but there were still two wolves here. She did not feel safe. But she stood there and listened all the same, trying to piece together understanding; she did not know how to answer the first question (which was an answer by itself), but recognized the second.
Sanja, she said quickly.
Her ears pivot with unease. Her head and neck drop a few inches as further proof that she is no threat, and that she is nervous. Nafn? Nn, name.
The woman doesn't know if it is worth it to linger, or to take the route away that she'd spied; but she has a trembling hope now that something can be resolved here.