Was it sheer luck that the woman presenting herself was so kind, or was it fate? Who knew. Citlali let out a soft breath. There's no need for concern, she reassured. It's only natural for one to get lost when the world is simply so large. She did not grin, for she did not know to—yet, her words harbored a kindness that was far more conspicuous than a mere smile.

In truth, Citlali hadn't realized how much hunger had gripped her body until Isadora had mentioned it—now, she winced with a small frown. I...yes, I am a bit hungry. She laughed softly, her ear tilted back in what she could only feel was awkwardness. Please, if it's isn't too much trouble. The wolfdog rose onto her feet, gingerly prodding at the uneven ground. The empty expanse of plains where she'd hailed from was no trouble to navigate—this was... quite different.

Her pale nose snuffled over the ground—perhaps one of the few things she was exceptionally good at. Every fibre on every plant, every path crossed by a stranger; none could hide from her sense of smell.

She tilted an ear back towards Isadora, ready to heed any direction from the other woman. I smell prey, Citlali mused. But only small ones. Hares. Mice. Voles... She raised her head. And other travellers have passed through here. Her lips pursed in thought.