Hoshor Plains Feral hearts

Her state of shock abruptly stopped when a gruff looking male wedged himself between her and the other. This however did not end, only when her spoke did a shiver of recollection trickle down her spine. She stood, baffled at his native tongue and question, and the fact that she knew him from somewhere. It had to be from one of the clans, there was no other explanation. She glanced at the girl behind him. She was not a geda wolf, which only increased her confusion.  "Chon yu baliak?"  She retorted. She did not trust these strangers, even if one spoke like her. The other, she assessed as small, and he was not. Perhaps he was her guard. But she was not Heda, she could tell. They were soldiers.. or subordinates as the proper term was. Was such diversity normal? Trigeda was a close knit clan, outsiders were not shunned but not entirely welcomed either. She dismissed the fact. This was no Trigeda, and she didn't wish it to be. 

She found herself shaking ever so often, attempting to get the bugs off of her. This was crazy. She did not leave her tribe for this! The other girl seemed to be having the same problem as well. Maybe this was not normal, nor hell either. But also, she did not seem to understand her question, and the male seemed to ignore it too. "Gonasleng?" She questioned, looking from between the two. She was not good at the English language, to her superior's great disapproval, but she knew enough key words to string together a very rough sentance. She wanted them both to hear her. "W-.. where-am-I..?" Her accent obscured her speech, though she hoped it was enough for them to understand. 

Yet she could not help to feel that she knew the male. Something was just.. familiar. It was odd, yet haunting. Seageda had merged with Trigeda.. he could have been with them too. Alas, she did not know for sure. But she would, very soon.