[ Clara doesn't move, trying to decide whether or not she believes that. But she decides she will, because what the hell does she know about wolves? Exhaling and trying to relax, she looks over at her new company. ]

That's good to know. I still think I need to get closer to the inn. I didn't realize how deep I'd gotten.

[ She gestures toward the basket on her arm. ] I came to forage and pickings were really good.