Stone Circle O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? [2]

The woman greeted her as normal, prompting a curious step forward from Sanja as she sought scents, but before much could be gleaned the stranger burst with sound.

It wasn't so far-off the tones of common that Sanja could recognize it as speech, but the inflections erred in a way that made her lose track. Moreover, the eruption had startled her.

This, Kvarsheim. Why you call?

She bristled and stepped back with tension in her jaw, immediately nervous. Her ears went back, then forward, while her shoulder furs prickled.