She was about to take out her paper and quill, but the blonde woman had already handed her a sizable chunk of meat. She nodded at the woman again in acknowledgement before she gave the piece of meat to Echo, who enthusiastically chewed into it.

Alya heard the rustling in the grass and mused at the reaction of the pups. As guard dogs, it was normal for them to react to anything unknown, but these animals weren't something to be weary of, unless you have a nice piece of meat. Bandersnatches were scavengers, or at least, that is what she was told, and they aren't aggressive unless provoked. [color=f6989d][i][b]"What are they?"[/b][/i][/color] She heard the blonde mumble. Alya promptly brought out some parchment from her leather bag, scribbling onto it quickly with her ink and quill.

She timidly tapped the woman on the shoulder to get her attention, should she respond, Alya had a piece of paper to hand to her.

[b][i][color=6ecff6]"Those are Bandersnatches. They're harmless, but try to keep your food out of sight.. My name is Alya, and my wolf pup is named Echo. It is a pleasure to meet you, and thank you for the meat."[/color][/i][/b] 

As much as Alya enjoyed writing, she felt a pang of irritation every time she had a conversation with someone. It wasn't because it was annoying to have to write to them, it was because it was inconvenient for the person she was talking to, to have to talk to someone.. who couldn't.