Qeya River rhodonite

Meleys did not know this boy, Gideon, yet knew him enough as being a wolf of her new clan and as said, a pup being as an importance to the growth of said clan. Meleys was quick to notice how the young lit up to her presence as well. It was not something she had experienced in quite some time, as being thought death-touched in her former clan. She was, surprisingly caught off guard. 

Young guard. She jutted with her nose to Gideon, Yes. She had meant to say 'correct' but did not know this word. 'Yes' worked perfectly fine when speaking to those on her trade routes that did not speak Lanzadoii. He was correct in both stating the man was on mission, as well so that the teenage boy should not have barged in. 

Now, she turns back to the intruder, a dark grey and pale grey eye staring. She didn't understand most of his meaning and yet, did not feel compelled to explain further. Not with her broken speech. It would be Sheep Eater to speak to his son of what had happened to his mother. Alas, Meleys was not here for it anyway. 

Misson. She tried to emphasize. Her eyes sweeping to Gideon and back. Caribou hunter home now. You. Wait out. Sheep Eater come. It was the best that she could do, yet perhaps her young packmate would be able to fill in the gaps. He would wait out along their borders until his father returned. They would need to keep an eye on him until he could be trusted as a hunter among them.