Moonspear when she smiles she draws you in

Of them, Jarilo seemed to bolster a more trenchant addition aloud than Dirge would have expected, but then again... the borders had a way with drawing out the more pointed responses in them all. It wasn't met with a deterrence by the pale she-wolf, and he took note of the subtle shift in her posture—indicative that she had taken some offense—as she lobbed back her own answers. They beget more questions that he withheld as she supplied information of her own, and they did much to confirm the suspicions that Dirge had been carrying for a time; the herds were smart to flee.

But, tit for tat and all—"We've taken note of some rock slides to our north, though our own mountain seems to be holding firm. Perhaps a boulder shift here or there, but nothing substantial. This is solid country compared to the hillocks and rises towards the sea, but indeed we are fortunate for such." And as for the sea, he couldn't wager how things fared there and little came in the way of word to their southern reaches.

He moved along to his own interests then.

"Forgive our directness, but your... accent, as it were, are you not from here? Your Roangeda nomadic perchance?" There was a familiarity in her cadence, the words themselves almost akin to the common tongue but yet they were exotic all the same. He was certain he had heard something like it before, but where?