A poisonous lizard crawling closer...

His question wasn't answered - not even slightly. It was as if she hadn't understood a word that he had said. FitzDutiful tilted his head questioningly at her words. Zhavvi Run? She wanted to run somewhere or she had run from somewhere? It was a complicated situation, but FitzDutiful remembered meeting another who had trouble with their language. He also remembered the warning that Kero and the female from the spine had delivered to him, though nothing had come of that he was still wary of meat left unattended. Still, she wasn't being threatening.

Pulling himself back to the current situation, and leaving the past in the past, he noted how she showed her wound off. "Zhavvi, run away?" he asked, looking pointedly at her wound and hoping that he was on the right lines. He couldn't think of anything else that she could mean and he didn't know if she was from that pack he had met before. He had never scented them strongly enough to know if that was the faded scent upon her too. For now, he would wait to establish that she was here for a new home - she could just be seeking temporary accommodation and that he would not give.