Swiftcurrent Creek ruhig

She finds herself almost disappointed to be met without aggression, even knowing that conflict is the last thing she needs. His heavily-accented response sparks curiosity in her gaze, and she takes two steps forward, lifting and extending her muzzle slightly to draw in his scent. The other wolf-scents mingled with his are mostly unfamiliar, though she swears she faintly recognizes something there; something that reminds her of her time with the pack of northerners.
Explain, She prompts, filing away each tidbit of information for later. It's of little concern to her what has become of IkKanattuk or their wolves, but she is undeniably intrigued. More so with the swarthy man's explanation of what had drawn him to the borders; perhaps the two things are related. Not likely, but an entertaining thought nonetheless.