Sound the alarm

The woman said she'd love to meet her friend. Sparrow resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Yes, she was sure Ash would love to meet her as well. Pretty and strange; just Ash's type.

"Well, he's not a member of the pack, so I'm unsure of where he is, but he's a blue-grey giant of a wolf who looks like he's got snow on his face. His name is Ashmedai."

Sparrow let a smirk rise on her face, "If you run into him, tell him he owes Abaven some herbs."

Quickly, the woman rambled off an apology about her curiosity and context or something.

"It's fine, just perhaps a bit suspicious," Sparrow said, laughing slightly as a means to lighten the mood.

"Just be careful who you ask too many questions to. It might be unsettling for some leaders to have strangers prying."

Sparrow cleared her throat, readying herself to leave, "If you ever feel like stopping by again, don't hesitate. Abaven is always open to forming mutually beneficial relations without outsiders. Basically, don't be a stranger."

Sparrow was tempted to throw in a wink, but she thought the better of it. Keep it professional. Kanja and Ashmedai were definitely becoming a bad influence on her.