what does it mean to never be alone

Corbie was jolted out of her reverie by the sound of movement and the clink of vials. Curiously she glanced around, finally spotting the black-and-white form of a wolf digging around in a bag. Corbie, who had been enjoying the opportunities to be social that had arisen on this journey more than she had thought, altered her course to intersect with him. But she had a moment's pause when she was close enough to see more clearly - was it a wolf? The horns sticking out of the bag put her in sudden doubt, but the giant's body was certainly wolf-shaped despite the horns. "Hello," she called out softly to him, but then said no more because it suddenly occurred to her that she had had no real reason to be drawn to the man except to socialize, and she didn't know how to continue in that vein without sounding... odd.