The woman didn't stop him from inspecting what he could, leading him patiently and carefully into the safety of her tent. Once there, she searched around the pelt-covered floor for her tinderbox, collecting the tin in her hands and working around in the dark until she produced light with the aid of fire and lantern. The golden glow bloomed from within the glass, filling the small enclosure with light. The woman shrugged off her cloak, the fur mantle and heavy material falling to the ground with a sound like a sigh.
She moved around, allowing the wolf to inspect the tent as he would, knowing that she had kept anything valuable hidden away in the bags she carried with her on her person. Finally in the safety of her camp, she leaned back, sighing, and took a moment to deliberate.
Dinner, she realized. I'll need a... fire. In spite of her thoughts, however, sleep was already beginning to pull at her mind, trying to drag it into the realm of the unconscious.