Sleeping Dragon Beetlebum

A call reached his ears. One of his, for sure. He'd observed that those who spoke or had been influenced by those who spoke Tsis had a certain pitch to their howl and voice in general. The accent in means to speak the language made it possible to identify and he was glad for it. 
He passed down towards the sound, locating the source easily.

He felt like he knew the woman, but that was all the same with his family. He watched her from a distance at first, then moved in with a low chuff.
"You're Sahira, right?" He had to make sure, of course. Blinking once, waiting for an answer.