Deepwood Weald 'cause you'll never find the answers

The aging female was still put on edge by his invasion of her personal bubble which she always kept to be large. Till Marruz began to back off, as Moira had asked him to. She would have spoken up about the sign of respect till something seemed to...change. His tone changed. His look as well.

Moira kept still. She had heard the language years ago. She was wise, saw a lot of wolves in the Melonii. But instead she decided to give another explanation, sneering back. "You hear things when you get old...learn things."