Freya be praised for her warning - approaching down the sands was another wolf. Ever the strategist, Katja cast an appraising eye on the interloper. Female, taller than Katja herself but built lightly. Her coat, seemingly soot-colored with markings with the appearance of flame in the uncertain light, bore the remnants of sand and salt. Unaware of Katja's presence, if she were any judge of it. She considered allowing the wolf to pass in silence, but her path would bring her close by the viking mercenary were she to continue, and anyway, Katja had been needing to find a native of this land to assist her search for her erstwhile cousin for some time now - this was an opportunity sent by Freya and she'd be a fool to turn it down.
"Halt," Katja barked out to get her attention. "Wer sind Sie? Was willst du?" Imperious and demanding as her words were, there was little of aggression in either her tone or her stance, just an intent readiness, a watchfulness.
