No
stated the hag in a flat tone, slicing through the tension that perhaps only Khatera felt (probably because tension always manifested around her). It was an answer but not the one that the girl had hoped for; she wanted information after all, if she were to find a place to stay. Then again, the messy state of this hungry looking thing before her was evidence of a rogue status. This was undoubtedly the wrong person to ask.
Khatera didn't fidget so much as shoot the other wolf a sharp look, and then begin regarding the surrounding area. It was a beach... And that was that. She'd seen plenty of beachfront property already - enough to span a lifetime in her short few weeks with the Tortuga wolves - and so the sand and sea held her attention for only a moment.
Hell, if she'd wanted to live on a beach and get sand in every nook and cranny, she'd have stayed with those pirates.
You must have a reason for asking that. Where are you from?
The stranger finally questioned after a pause, and Khatera couldn't prevent a tiny smile from creeping upon her face. If her accent was gone - and perhaps she had shed it for good this time, how grand - then she'd succeeded. The surly manner in which wolves of Toraigh spoke was unbecoming; however, the clipped and backwards manners of the Tortugans was just as foul. Khatera shrugged her shoulders as her only answer. Tit for tat, and all that jazz.
Well, this was turning out to be quite the conversation.