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The language is actually a fictional, Trigedasleng, from the 100. :P  It's basically a bastardization of English.

She stares at the wolf and can’t help but wonder if there is more to the question.  When there seems to be nothing more, Emori just gives him a singular nod before she looks past her.  She has no scouts with her now but she does not know these lands, does not know these wolves.  The wind is not in her favor and her eyes are slow to focus.

“Others with you?” she asks, before pulling her gaze to the dark wolf.  “You have a pack here?”

Emori takes a step back and wavers on her rear legs but she manages to hold steady.  It wouldn’t take much to knock her down.  A large gust of wind, perhaps, but for now she manages.  

“I’m Emori.”