Voices in the dark

So he identified her by scent, even as he approached. Her ears flicked back - he was much, much larger than her. It seemed all her acquaintances of late were of that height, and she wasn't too fond of always being shorter. At least, not short enough she could walk under the damn wolf in front of her. "Yes, I am from Abaven," she confirmed, adding, "and you are from Sonticus." She eyed the male. "My name is Lillianna." She gaver her name due to the fact he gave hers; a second later, she added, "The ball of fluff on my back is named Farrym." Idly, she wondered what he was doing here - his home was what... in the West? That was quite literally on the opposite side of the continent from where he was currently standing - perhaps he was wandering due to the death of his mother, though. Looking for revenge, perhaps? He was not hostile towards her, which was a bit of a relief. She would not be in the mood to fight in such close quarters.

"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"