The intruder finally deigned to notice her after Katja spoke, startled even by the sound. No hint of a smile crossed Katja's dark face when the wolf failed at first to find her, nor even satisfaction. It was just as it should be, for the hand of Freya cloaked and protected her from prying eyes and to be so arrogant as to claim it was her own small skill would be an affront to the goddess. Finally the other wolf's mismatched gaze came to rest on her, and she spoke.
For a moment the words seemed like gibberish - an inconvenience, but she had become adept at overcoming language barriers between her sister's different native language and her own roving nature, so she was confident she could make herself understood - but a few words in she recognized the language. It took her a moment to make the mental switch that would allow her to more easily speak in this language, and a moment more to piece together what the woman had said.
"Understand, yes," she said slowly. "Not well, but speak it also." She took a moment to put her words into the correct language, then continued. "It was for your name that I asked, and what it was you wanted here." She regarded the other wolf calmly gold-flecked silver eyes studying the other female. The beach was not her territory, not truly, but it was part of her home for the time, and as such she would know who traveled it's sands and why. It was simple good sense to her.
