[Freya scoffs at him which as a wolf sounds very much like a disgruntled puff of air. She turns, hitting him with her tail, and lightly steps back towards her backpack. The change is once again flawless, flowing like water though Freya is sitting instead of standing. She rises to her feet, stretching her arms over head and then begins to put her clothes back on. At least for a few seconds Quinlan is able to see the wide range of tattoo's Freya has marring her pale skin.]

You know, you can talk to a wolf but it's all body language.

[She's a little sad that the other wolves she's met here can't.] Also I'm technically a werehuman. I was born as a wolf.

[Freya takes a seat to slide her boots back on, her bright gaze looking up at Quinlan.] It's your turn.