Totoka River Seidsongen, lint den lokkar hug or ham.

The stranger was tall and beautiful, older than Reverie but not so much that she lingered on the thought. For a moment they only regarded one another a little awkwardly; she wasn't sure what to do, and was grateful when the woman waved. A smile lit her features immediately at the sight of it, and she lifted her own paw for a returned wave before eagerly setting off to close the remaining distance between them.
She drifted to a stop alongside where the dark wolf had settled, leaving a small distance between them lest she think Reverie meant to steal the remains of her fish. Her gaze drifted over the expanse of the sea briefly, but she soon found herself turning to look at the other woman with a tilt of her head and a slow sway of her tail. Curiosity lit her gaze, but she made no attempt at speech. She had given up quite quickly on the possibility of anyone understanding what she said.