It appeared her approach surprised the other as they scrambled to their feet. Senka held back a smile and lowered herself into a sitting position, maintaining the distance between the pair. Tail offered a soft wag and her ears dropped in appeasement of the younger wolf. She watched him assess the situation, keeping her left eye fastened on his face.

He speaks, but the words are a mystery to the old maid’s ear. It must have shown on her face as her brain worked to understand, rolling the sounds through her mind over and over. He continued. This time she understood. A quick glance toward the wet pile of vomit nearby and doubt of his condition remained. Senka shoved her skepticism down her throat and simply nodded in response.

At the mention of cliffs, Senka’s brows raise. She hadn’t seen any cliffs in her short exploration, and none were visible from where the pair lingered on the shore. There seemed to be no blood or visible injuries from a fall, thank the Gods, and Senka considered him lucky for that.

Ah. My dear, She pauses to choose her words wisely, It seems the Gods have seized you from your world and brought you here as well. They chose to save your life.

She shifted in the sand and chewed at her lip momentarily, watching his reaction. The old woman had been informed of such only a few days prior and her thoughts returned to the small white dame that had so kindly explained it all.

Or maybe we just find ourselves here, somehow. You know, if you don’t believe in the Gods. Apparently things like this happen often in this world, though I’ve been told that no one knows why or how.

Senka lowers herself onto her belly and hopes the newcomer understands. She sighs and scans the trees in the distance, My name is Senka. There are others here as well, if you are in need of any help. I am happy to sit with you, if you so wish.