Neverwinter Forest lxviii. bring it on back, bring it on back

It was a bit difficult to understand the other's speech upon first hearing it but the herd-stalker managed well enough to decipher it. "A pleasure to meet you, Diesel," the three-year murmured upon realizing she could speak in spite of the wounds inflicted upon her face, inclining her head graciously. 

"I intend to build a village here with my children and those who will come with us," Lótë answered, not yet realizing it was meant flirtatiously. She might've offered Diesel a place amongst her kin but the smell of other wolves clung to her heavily. "What brings you here?"