No one could discern for certain whether or not Valeska was actually aware of her surroundings. She was very good at being willfully ignorant, and she excelled in pretending many of the problems in her day-to-day simply did not exist, and so far for the last six - almost seven? - years it had worked out quite well for her. Few things surprised the silver woman at this stage of her life, and she felt prepared for just about anything.

Vitus had no way of knowing if she could detect his presence. The High Priestess was humming a lively tune, trotting ahead with her usual vigor despite the fresh wound at the base of her tail; another problem that was better to ignore.

Valeska came to a stop, bending down to take a whiff of something in the grass - a stale hint of hare, maybe - her stomach growled -

ДЕРЬМО! (SHIT) she barked, hopping several feet skyward. WHAT!

She came down, fur disheveled, chest heaving.

I mean... Valeska gasped, I mean... yes, what?

Now, to be fair, she did think the boy looked familiar. His coat coloring was reminiscent of Dimitri and Siobhan, but there were infinite wolves in this strange land, and her thoughts did not progress beyond that single acknowledgement. None of her children would ever have offspring without telling her, of course.
Why should she be concerned?