[Surprise crosses her features when she sees the man from that... whatever it was. That bizarre dream. She frowns: it's hard to say if it's disapproval or simply her default expression. Then she turns back to her observation of the wolves.]

Looks like you woke up. [She mutters, and then she leaves it at that. It's not in her nature to pry, and the information he gives about these animals is more interesting to her at the moment, anyway.

She would ask later. After the wolves had departed.]

That's what they're called, huh. [...] I know they're more wild. I've been tracking them for days.

[Her own voice is low too, barely above a whisper.] That's what makes them tough. They're not going to attack me. I know what to do.

[She reaches for something — not a sword, but a plain black cloth bag, the sort used for groceries. Fishing around in it for a moment, she emerges with... what looks like a package of American cheese slices.]

This will lure them.