Snowforest Taiga that you'd never break the chain

she heard the guttural language first - indecipherable to her ears, and yet sounding similar to the one Maegi used when she preyed. it was enough to pique her interest, though not without caution - if it was that same language, the wolf speaking it may pose a threat. 

not one, but two - as she emerged from betwixt a pair of evergreens, her gaze fell first on the mottled woman and then the man behind her. she chuffed a greeting, pausing where she stood, though her attention fell first on the male. the voice had been masculine, after all. "what language were you speaking?" came her question, sharp gaze fixed on him yet aware still of the woman.