Nimbus Summit tiburon

Her eyes were focused elsewhere when the figure approached, but when the stranger spoke the wolf turned to regard them sharply. They were hard of hearing and as a result, more jumpy when strangers approached from behind.
It was Sanja's own fault; she was a little bit smitten with this space. The air was clean and bright with pine.
The stranger had spoken in the tongue of the angry man and so Sanja was made wary. What if this was where that giant had come from? What if this red-coated stranger was equally aggressive.
Ég er ferðalangur. Her posture dipped so that she was smaller, and her ears turned back. If this wolf was like the angry man, she would know Sanja's language - if not, that only raised more questions.