Sleeping Dragon Howlite

She looked up when she heard the other coming, not recognizing her at all. She spoke the tongue that she heard-- most often-- the children use, and hesitated to grasp what the woman had said. It took her a moment of staring and licking rotting blood from her lips before it somewhat registered. She was asking what she was doing-- and that made sense, she didn't really look like someone who went around and tore heads off dead bodies. She hesitated again to find an answer, but slowly she responded with "Ma gav... for... plants." Maybe that would get across-- did the tan and black wolf not speak the common tongue? Or was that simply a greeting. What if she didn't know the word plants? 

"Skayona, uh, Fisa," she added hopefully. Gavriel caught the corner of her eye and her tail began to wag furiously, beckoning him closer.