As lost in rumination as he was, his nerves were still on fire from impending war, not allowing his senses to dull. Distant creatures in the woods and along the river he paid no mind, until one seemed to approach him. An ear swiveled in their direction before he acknowledged them properly, with a turn of his head as they stopped some paces away from him. Laying red eyes upon the figure of a woman, he guessed, of alabaster and ginger, who greeted him with an accent.

He exhaled an inaudible sigh of relief through his nose. Thank the mountains and skies themselves.

Hello, Vehemens returned the greeting while rising to sit before the woman, keeping his hackles smooth. Despite all he felt, he was careful to keep his expression and tone steady. Practiced; he ought not show weakness in the presence of a stranger. Nor appear too desperate, regardless of how absolutely relieved he was to see another face. Maybe this woman could answer some of the many questions burning in his mind. Except - now, he was unsure which was proper to ask first, his uncertainty betrayed in the faint crease of his brow. Is this your land? He finally settled on something neutral: beneficial to both of them, should he have not realized he was trespassing, and for him to gauge if she was familiar with the area. If she was and allowed him the time of day, then he could ask about where he was. If he were lucky, perhaps she would even know how he ended up here.