The woman peered outside of the tent flap for a moment as Fetter walked away, turning to enter the tent seconds after, only to run into the enormous wolf as he made his way after the boy. She wobbled a bit before righting herself and glancing back over to the two.
Fetter had managed a few steps in the snow by the time the wolf began to nip at his pants. He laughed cheerfully, meandering forward in spite of the beasts protests. "Stappit'," he chided, no trace of command in his voice, "Stapp!" The request seemed to get through to the large tundra creature, and the boy continued on, glancing about towards the line of the forest until an arm shot out before him and righted the map in his hands.
"Uhwuh --" He blurted out gracelessly, nearly dropping the map at the sight of the sudden (very bare) masculine limb in front of him. He halted, the gears of his mind turning slowly before at last coming to a realization - 'Thas' na' a girl arm!' his thoughts protested, but his hands moved of their own accord. He collected the map, squinting at it thoughtfully, at last able to decipher the map now that the names didn't appear written in some strange, foreign language. "Ah!" His eyes lit up, warmly, and he turned around in a quick whirl to face the one who had helped him.
"Thankee kindly, sir, I--" his gaze dipped down suddenly, eyes growing to near the size of dinner plates. "Whu- uh - huh - Golly, sir, yer missus must be a 'appy lady!" He caught himself a moment too late, babbling rapidly and tearing his gaze away from the goods. " -- Erp, 'scuse me, I been awful rude - Ma' always told me t'wasn't right ta' stare! M' sorry!" He dropped into a quick bow, squeezing his eyes shut tight to avoid any unpleasant mishaps while trying to clutch the map to his chest.
Behind the two, the pale haired woman quickly backstepped and closed the flap of the tent, her eyes filled with what could easily be described as 'nope'.