The woman seems unsure on her feet for a second, shifting her weight uncomfortably.
We don't... really have a destination... A sense of lost and longing in her voice. They felt displaced, entirely anew and at the same time unwelcome. Encountering angry animals in the woods, other wolves who barred their passage, it felt like the first time ever going to a gathering.

Mr. MacConin didn't seem to mind it, as long as he was with his kid. Feelings of pride and fear over her acts of bravery and rebellion become more frequent. He hated what they had done to her, but wished only the best.
Now, he looked at her face with a mixture of guilt. Maybe he felt like he was the one to get her into this mess, though neither of them had any control over such universal magic.

Her blind eyes lit up at the brow, as if they already didn't look like the morning sky, at the stranger's explanation. It must be cool to be a part of something with other wolves. Nain loved her father, of course, but she did always point her ears towards the fields to listen when the other pups played.

Prompted for her name, the woman tilted her head in bashful way. It wasn't too often that she got to share it with a stranger.

Nainseadh. And this is my father, Stewart.

The badger made a small bounce in the sand to turn himself around in haste. All short and lacking of neck.

"Mr. MacConin, ef ye would." It seemed he preferred to stick to traditions and formalities.