Redsand Canyon acidus

The man in dark attire and honey eyes approached upon her request, and to him she'd greet them with a relaxed, lopsided smile -- which then turned into a small frown when he'd begin speaking. Confused, Nakida's crown tilted and a brow raised upon it's bone in question. Domina?

"Hm? M'name ain't Domina, it's Nakida." She replied casually, her own accent rolling off her tounge in a similar style to the foreign one he spoke. That was strange -- did all the wolves up her just give random names to the strangers they came across? Some kinda welcoming ritual she hadn't heard about?

Nakida shrugged it off as nothing though -- maybe it was best she found out on her own time.

She took a step closer, though not close enough to cross what the man was clearly guarding, the lass was smart enough to know exactly how that would turn out and as far as Nakida was concerned, she couldn't afford to start a fight in a place where a pack could've hid....speaking of which;

"Mereo then? Your people here, too?"

Where were the others? Out in hiding?