The Kingdom of Avon was not a place she was familiar with. Then again, the scenery as a whole was new judging by the coloration of the meadows, the scents... The fact she was talking with a wolf and was one herself. None of this made any sense to her...
"It is nice to meet you, your grace," her tone respectful to him, a small, yet sincere, smile upon her face. "My name is Aviana Ó Díomasaigh, and I must admit this place and everything is very new to me... I am just a traveler passing through and wish no ill intentions," Which was true in this case. She was basically a foreigner who had no idea how these lands worked, the customs... It was all intriguing and made the woman have to think a lot more. But, she loved to learn and explore, perhaps this was something she needed. A new change of pace and scenery.