[Knowing what else had happened in the Hinterlands though she herself wasn't around for it, Inessa just nods at mention of trouble. She won't pry and possibly pick at not-so-old wounds. So she focuses on the bear part instead and offers a half-smile.]

Even mages have to tread carefully; without my faithful companion to distract it, I might not managed those spells in time.

[Given due credit, the mabari wuffs happily, tail wagging. He's been a good boy, right?]

I'm Warden Serra. If you're on your way to the nearest camp, might we accompany you?