The wolf sighs, but it is not one of annoyance. Instead, relief, and soon after comes the same small greeting given back to her. He lifted and he questioned, brow creased. Though he had yet to ask much, he was, indeed, lucky to come upon Journey, for she was a wolf who knew well of this world, its lands and how he might have come here, too.

It is not, but the waters of this river do stem from it. She turns her head upstream and points. Here, with some woodland cover around them, the northern mountains were not seen so clearly, but if only had found open ground he might easily see them. My home is in the mountains of Northfall which rest along the coast.

She turns back to him and as she does so, she takes a few more steps forward. She moves slowly, in case he was cautious of her being near. He was young and appeared healthy and uninsured so she rather doubted he had reason to openly fear her. Still, she would sit as she got close enough for proper converse, just in case.

I am Journey Stormborn, as Ambassador of its people, and you?