Shy Deer Steppes Where the shivering dog rests

A dark woman called out to him, offering invitation to enter the mesa.

Foxfur regarded her with a shrewd squinting of his eyes. He did not forget the words of the man who had met him – barred from the gates. The warrior did not wish to be tricked into making a mistake that would cost him. He had traveled for too long to watch everything crumble away.

A man in charcoal with silver upon his muzzle barred me from your lands. I seek someone I believe is being kept inside.

What did she say to this?