Know Your Surroundings

Zoratto was ready to step forward but paused in his tracks as a feminine voice drifted into his ears. He turned his head towards her, sizing up the woman. Was she of the pack? He walked closer, taking in her scent. No. Her scent did not match the pack's at all. He did not understand what she said, and as such paid no heed of her words. He had more important, Dotharan-y type stuff to be concerned about. Like bringing in a slave, or a wife, for the pack. They needed new blood.

"Pack name?" He said, his voice a thunderous growl and heavily accented with the harsh tones of the Dotharan. He wanted some information before he decided to claim her.