The Tangle i’m in trauma it’s got me singing-

Aure speaks up and Mallaidh turns to her, listening. A quick glance back to the stranger really sets the tone and she blinks, feeling something akin to guilt. The last wolf that trespassed their borders had been killed but he walked with intent, made demands, and well off. This wolf, that does not seem to understand what she’s trying to say, doesn’t seem like the other in anyway. Still, she has her territory to protect and if wolves do not know of their presence already, then they only need to work harder.

Mallaidh straightens her shoulders and clears her throat. Aure has done well to settled the anxiety in her mind and she feels appreciative but she’ll address it later.

There are plenty of places for the other to go but, maybe, she doesn’t have to, but she doesn’t know how much the other can understand. She’s lucky the wolves in Drageda speak the common tongue well enough that she is not often left out of conversation. “Your name?” she questions, trying to find somewhere to start, to figure out what exactly the other knows so maybe they can get somewhere.