Felltree Marsh Vann

Too entranced by the song echoing through her mind, the presence of another had no been noticed. It was only the voice that made aware. Vespira snapped from her daze upon it's sound, muzzle lifting to settle in the direction of the white cloak. With slow thoughts, it took a moment to learn the language of which the stranger spoke. But eventually the tongue was recognized. Fortunately, it was one she knew.

Og til deg, den hvite. The milky, tan woman spoke with soothing confidence, not allowing an intimidating size to throw her off balance. She was no all that much shorter, but definitely so. 

Bor du et sted i nærheten? Then she was curious, wondering if perhaps she'd stepped unto claimed territory. Nothing had been detected thus far, but it could have been marked a mile off and she'd missed it.