The words put Adda on edge. "You must promise that you won't freak out". The red-haired woman braced herself for what would come. This girl was either heavily disfigured or not a girl at all. Adda's eyes went to the hands of the other woman. They didn't look like hands at all. They looked like wolf paws, but the fur was totally different. The hood was pulled back and Adda gasped.
Now, there were many ways to react. The first and most probable reaction would have been aggression. Something along the lines of "You're not like me!" and great hostility. There could have been curiosity involved. "Wow! What are you?". Adda's reaction was ... Totally reasonable for her, but probably not for Silva.
Adda threw herself to the ground, her forehead touching the frost.
"I adore you, Great Spirit of the Wilds".
Adda was the shaman of her clan. Her whole life circulated around communicating with the Spirits of the Wild, making them offers and sacrifices. Adda had never in her whole life seen a lion or anything resembling it. Now when she saw Silva, a hairy beast straight out of legend she thought it was a spirit who had taken shape in a vessel of flesh and blood.
"I beg you for forgiveness, for intruding upon your lands great Spirit. I will give you anything in exchange for my trespassing, tell me what you require". It made sense to Adda. A spirit didn't need fire or a tent to survive.