At the silence from Azieth, Deidre blinked her eyes in confusion and wondered to herself whether he had not heard her questions or perhaps he had ignored her. Perhaps she touched a touchy subject. But then, despite her curiosity, the raven-haired woman did not inquire once again nor say a word. Everybody has their own dark secrets and she was no exception to that, after all. Hell, she wouldn't want to touch onto her own dark past after all. But now it would be all behind her, that was for sure.
For a first-time traveler outside, the young princess followed the ranger within her sight and made certain she would not cause any trouble for him. It was then that she noticed Azieth halted in his footsteps and she stopped in her tracks as well, all so curious as she peeked over his shoulder before seeing the carcass. Moving her hand over her mouth, she took a few steps back and allowed for Azieth to observe the wounds. Then he spoke of wolves, and this alarmed her quite.
"W-wolves? In.. here?" She muttered, though then mentally scolded herself after that. Of course, there would be wolves in a forest. But she never thought they both would be in danger so soon. The sudden howl startled her and she quickly rushed over to Azieth's side. "... They.. would not attack us, would they?" Her blue eyes were looking around their surroundings, trying to spot any movements behind trees and bushes; her hand moving to the hilt of the dagger that Sir Aryan gave to her — mostly as an act to comfort herself, more than anything.