Sleeping Dragon Hiy hiy

Rather than answering her question, the stranger crowded Wildfire, thrusting her snout against the Kappa's hide. The yearling automatically flinched away from the touch, though she didn't go far. Her lips pressed together and her brows knitted when the strange she-wolf spoke to her in a foreign tongue. Although the lilt of it caressed Wildfire's ears pleasantly, her heart gave an anxious squeeze. She noticed the stranger's bristling and scooped a deep breath into her lungs.

"I don't understand you," Wildfire answered plainly, wondering if the other she-wolf spoke the common tongue. "Do you understand me? I'm a new recruit." Despite her misgivings, Wildfire made herself hold still to be checked for scents again, knowing her pelt would be a dead giveaway since she had been resting in the den of the Heda herself.