Otter Creek Chitter, chatter

With all her attention focused on the weasel-like creatures, it startled her greatly when the voice of a wolf introduced himself as Rodyn. She easily spied the caller nearby - he appeared large in size, though his speech was well-mannered and friendly.

Shamelessly, her brow furrowed at the thought of hunting together with a wolf. There was no way he could out speed her, but perhaps with his strength they could catch enough to share. That logic was enough to make her reconsider until, reluctantly, she swivelled and came to a stop nearer to him.

"Faruzan," she replied stiffly in turn. "What are those things?" Her patience for idle chit-chat was waning, though the sunchaser did not mind sharing a moment of conversation if it meant finding out something new.