Weeds and Thorns

"Stranger!" Wolf cried and Rœkia's head would snap up and turn to follow the sight of her companion. Her garnet gaze rested on a ruby-eyed male. He was quite handsome, or would've been if it weren't for the ugly scar right in the middle of his face. She would eye him carefully. He seemed to be a fighting type and he was a good deal larger than her. She was fairly certain she could outrun him though if it had to come to that but in the mean time she'd amuse him. "Hey there, can I help you with something? You're not lost are you?" She'd grin, her easy, loose stance hiding the coiled limbs as she waited to see just what this man wanted.

"Speech"