As they so frequently had, the two pups born to the autumn princess in the weeks before were left with the Egyptian while their mother took time to herself -- Sa'adat was not unfamiliar with this exchange, though found it more frustrating to deal with them by herself than when she was with Enkiel. Vermilion had taken to wandering slightly, rough-housing with her physically equal, darker brother despite the jackayote's attempts to stop them. Weaving was not easy when two month-old children were involved, and she scowled plenty as the hours wore on, fingers trying to work the shuttle through dark fibres in order to make something for the handsome healer she had been spending such time with.

The call that requested an Inferni member tore her from her work with the faintest surprise -- another one, so soon? She was unused to the request of attention, as Cairo had been a place where one simply came and went and went and came and no one had to ask before settling. Still, it would be a great break to take some time away from dealing solely with the boisterous coyote children. She rose and lifted the dark boy into her slender hands, while the small and fluffy little girl waddled behind her in the direction of the borders that had held the call from a stranger -- she fell more than she stepped, of course, but she at least tried so hard to keep up.

What she found amongst the skulls was curious indeed, as the scents of many other strangers filled the air. Who was this light-colored -- what, wolf? Was this creature a wolf, so much larger than the coyotes and jackals she had come to rest beside -- man she found? Vermilion sniffed gently at the air but stayed close to her nanny with ignorant blue eyes much like her brother, who squirmed in Sa'adat's arms. The jackal cleared her throat and, meak as she was and without the louder and more confident tones of the Centurion, greeted him in her thickly accented Arabic voice.

Hahllo. You are...needing sings?

Priest squirmed in her arms and was reprimanded by the gentliest pinch to his shoulder, which made him still but didn't appear to harm him otherwise. Glassy blue eyes swirled around, searching for something that was there but that he couldn't see -- he didn't really care about it, when it came down to it, and as quickly as he searched, he yawned and closed his eyes to prepare for a nap that was long overdue. Sa'adat was relieved, clearly, and she let him rest without complaint as she turned her attention to the pale man standing before her. Her greeting was met with silence -- maybe he didn't understand English, as she only barely did? But no, finally he bowed and readied himself to explain his reasons for being there. Trading, from some other place.

She glanced over her shoulder anxiously at the idea of talking to a stranger on behalf of Inferni. "Trading? I am not sure...but yes. Maybe is o-kay." She glanced at the horse, then back into the territory, before offering the faintest of smiles to the stranger. "I am Sa'adat."