The shepherd looked towards where her friend was supposed to be, uneasy as she had dissapeared when she looked back to the Wolf who asked a walk with her.  She looked down at Boyo as he commented on Boyo and how he'd wanted to talk with her.  "Ah...  Yes, but..."  She took his arm as it was offered, not wishing to seem rude.  Her teeth worried at her lip constantly, "He's not supposed to..."  Jump into a strange Wolf's arms and try to lick him to death.  He was supposed to do the opposite, quite actually, as in helping her take down a Wolf so that it wouldn't hurt her flock.  As he started heading out of the festival - and indeed out of town - she stopped walking, wary.  "Where are you taking me," she asked, looking at him without an ounce of trust in her eye.