"We are loners. Is that hair color natrual?"

Taiga narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. Ignoring the question, her mind mulled over the duo's claim. Loners? She'd heard of nomads in the area, but never had she stumbled upon them. For the most part, the roamers stayed out of the forest, which her people didn't mind one bit. It prevented any actions of misunderstood violence. 

Studying the other woman, whatever conceptions were formed from physical appearance was dispelled from her mind. Taiga had fought those who looked harmless. They turned out to be the most dangerous due to being underestimated and possessing a cunning brute-ish warriors lacked. 

Taiga heard the other woman loud and clear. Trade? Had the travelers no idea they were in a potential war zone? Turning to one of the nearby warriors, Taiga switched over to her clan's dialect. She didn't want the strangers understanding her.

"You heard their request?"

"Yes," said the hunter.

"Go tell the elder. Ask what's to be done."

Taiga refocused her attention on the two as the hunter scurried off. Fenra was characteristically quiet as usual.

"Our elder will decide whether to permit you or not," Taiga said in the common tongue. "You chose a less than opportune time to trade here I'm afraid."

Fenra stiffened ever so slightly. "That's putting it mildly," she said. "We're not too keen on strangers either. Loners, right? What region are you originally from?"