Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

They are at an impasse. Radova does not wish to flee, but she is not inclined to be confrontational either. The other wolf appears to be comfortable right where they are as well, growing bolder as time progressed. She did not make a move either, leaving a straining silence between them, one which grew stale quickly. It was not Radova's nature to remain stoic and silent for long; she soon began to shift her weight, to stagger around the dark woman as if to study her, but in reality she was only keeping her muscles warmed.

The woman's scent was... Familiar. Something she had not scented in many days, but brought Radova back to Azgeda instantly. It was the scent of a warrior - a myth to her - but one she had been taught thoroughly. Breathing a deep breath (to clear her mind, or to gather more information) she set her pale eyes upon the face of the woman, and spoke, "Yu laik kwin hir?" While her tone was dull, her expression was almost challenging.