Sitka's ears perked as he turned slowly. His paws shook with unease. He had just woken up in these strange, foreign lands- He did not know if would be ready to put up a fight. Something about the voice was soothing though. It almost sounded like his mother.

“Oh.. Hello.. Ma’am.”

He said slowly. Usually, he would have ignored this other- But this was not his marsh, no, this was this.. Brown wolves land. This large brown wolf.

“Do you.. Perhaps.. Know where I am?”

He flicked his tail nervously, getting straight to the question on his mind. There was no need for formalities if this was all a lucid dream. After realizing he was still in a slouched sit, he rose onto all four of his paws. This felt more.. Respectful to the lady.

“Or at least where I could find a bite to eat?”

His tongue flicked out of his mouth nervously as he lapped water droplets off his muzzle. He was never one for manners- Hopefully, this didn't seem disrespectful to the soft-spoken lady. It’d been so very long since Sitka had had the company of his kind- Though he missed the song of marsh-toads at night.