sign of the times

He made it clear he was also a stranger in these strange lands and she nodded. “Everything here is so strange, isn’t it?” She asked, trying to gauge if he felt the same as she had since first stepping foot in the lands… granted he had also thought that her speaking to a bird was weird, so perhaps he was not the best judge to begin with. He then asked what she wanted to know, and she pondered which question to ask first, going through her mental checklist of the questions she had formulated.

“Do you know of any wolves or lands to steer clear of?” She’d hate to be caught in the middle of something that she wasn’t involved in, and it was fair knowledge to keep herself safe. She often used Carlys to scout ahead, even having her fly into pack lands to get the scope of a pack and their interactions before she even considered approaching the borders herself. It was useful information to say the least, just as her knowledge on prey in the area and herd movements thanks to her faithful companion.

“I met a woman not too long ago scared out of her own fur, but she wouldn’t talk about why and I’m trying to avoid whatever interactions had made her so petrified.” She explained.