"Hah!" Kindra clapped her hands together in delight, then brought them to her lips to quiet a laugher than persisted. It was fresh laughter, the sort she was unused to, and quite different from the near cackles that swept through her from time to time. Then she shook her head at her own foolishness. For this she had been so afraid!
Getting up from the mossy stone, she approached the slender figure. Once more wolf had provided his own peculiar method of seeing to what needed to be done. With a word and a gesture, she indicated herself by name. An introduction. "Your's," she asked the woman, pointing to the shaggy creature still bent over in his silent communion with Wolf. Her companion shook her head softly, not understanding perhaps. At least they held the gesture in common.
"Jenifaire," she spoke, bowing slightly. "Wilk," she nodded to the creature. Then she smiled, "Rulande" She gestured to emcompass the world around them. Kindra nodded her understanding. Rulande was their home. They watched for a brief moment longer, as the Wilk stood erect and began to move back towards the woods. Wolf moved to follow, giving Kindra a small start of alarm. But then he looked back, catching her worried gaze and gave that little jump she knew to be his way of reassurance. He would be back.
The young woman of Rulande returned to her own seat, glancing first between her companion and the place from which the two creatures had departed. She spoke a word, giving a slight happy shrug. Willing to allow for what was to come next.
Kindra sighed. Wolf's timing was his own. She began to explore the forest about them, first searching with her eyes. Then she began to touch and draw scent from the plants and flowers. Some were familar, and she sought to find their deeper essence. Picking a leaf, she put it to her lips, watching Jenifaire for any warning as she did so. Yes, it's essence was the very same. Then she continued the process for a little while, amazed that those things which lent themselves to healing grew in such abundance in this place.
Finally, realizing that the small bow which Jenifaire carried was done so for a reason, she gathered a few of her tools and set off further into the woods. Old bones or not, what she needed was a suitable staff.