Inara had been slipping from Glorall more often than not despite the harsh winter she couldn't resist leaving the borders to find new things out about the world she had hardly returned to it when spring came. She moved silently, slightly chastising herself for not finding a place to rest before the sun fell, she was smarter than this but she had spent so much time tailing a fox time had slipped away from her. She hadn’t spent much time exploring this part of the wood and quickly was becoming lost. Her ears flattened to her crown as she looked in confusion she should head south, that much she knew. Even if she spent very little time there she knew Glorall even somewhere inside it called to her, for every wolf knew the place they called home at the end of the day even if it change.
She spent some time trying to find her way out of the woods before hearing a voice call out, it was sort of a surprise to hear another. She stood stiffly debating on responding or not. Her ears drew back and then pressed forward once more she could fend for herself perhaps the stranger could help her find her way out of the wood and into an open landscape she could better navigate, rather than allowing the cast shadows with the small crack of moonlight guide her. She remained hesitant for a moment her paws shifting slightly during her internal debate, all the while reminding herself she could defend herself if they wished to cause her harm.
After a drawn out debate she finally gave herself the encouragement to speak up.