Ah, so he had gained them from another life? Yet she remained without such mutations. It was a preference of hers, one she hoped would be respected until her dying days. Though she could see the advantages of such additions, Ceartas is ever a stickler for traditional means of getting by. Having already been up, she need only turn to face him when the new wolf approaches. A stoic gaze watches him idly as Gabriel exchanges words. His English has gotten better. She is curious to know what else has changed about her brother.
When introductions arrive, Ceartas is hesitant to give her name until the other speaks first, and opts to stay quiet for now. A nod is given, however, when Gabriel had offered to help find the trail. She too finds benefit in acquainting with the locals in hopes of getting on good terms. There was much to learn, and anything they can't prepare for is a detriment to their survival. When she speaks, her accent is less thick, more subtle, “I wonder why deer would stray so close to land such as this?” it is more a casual topic to help with conversation than an actual inquiry, unless the man had something more interesting to speak of.