Standing and staring at the signpost didn't make anything clearer. All it did was remind her of the ache and exhaustion in her thin limbs, the unpleasant trickle of melting snow on her fur, and the half-scabbed pain in her paw. The wound had reopened during her trek. Bloody hell, she'd kill for a bandage at this point.

I know what a sign is, Velyre growled back irritably, turning around. Her dark eyes widened as it occurred to her that she was not, in fact, alone; and that this stranger might be just who she needed to find. Or she might be the one to sink her fangs into her neck and end her life. Either worked, she supposed.

You know where this leads? she asked, peering at her cautiously. I'm looking for the Howff.