Dragoncrest Cliffs i beg your parsley

Antumbra doesn’t notice the reaction as recognition at first but the smaller creature drops the kill and slinks back. Dark eye look past her before coming back, ears cupped forward to listen to the woman speak her name and try to say something else in her tongue but hardly pieces it together. Where she is normally stoic and free of expression, she cannot hide the burrow of her eyebrows and the slight, demanding step forward. Her mouth is about to open to say something (not that she knows what, exactly), but she sheepdog continues and introduces herself.

Her teeth click together and she relaxes slightly, removing the initial step to listen to the broken words. The way she struggles to speak gives her pause but she listens anyway and is able to piece it together.

“Peace be,” she repeats with a dip of her head. There is no threat to this wispy thing but she does have questions. “How do you know me?”