Two Rivers Isle your scraps will feed the beasts

Laika gave the female a warm smile. "Mella is a very nice name." She commented. She watched the female's dismissive body language melt away and eyed her carefully -- though she didn't expect anything bad. Her eyes rested upon the females brown face as she parted her maw to speak again. "If it's not rude for me to ask, where did you come from?- Or were you born here?" She added at the end. She did forget for a moment that this was a "New World" of sorts and that there were probably a lot of strange wolves -- maybe even packs for that matter -- that inhabited the place.

The thought of an unknown pack made her uneasy. Maybe this Mella was part of them, trying to interagate her about the Nomads. But even if this girl was part of a pack, she might not be here for those reasons, and Laika forced herself to calm down, although her gaurd did go up a bit.