Before long, a tanned male who had seen better days -- evidenced by the lack of use of one arm and the more apparent lack of one eye -- appeared and took several steps toward her. She diverted her eyes from his face and moved her tail so it swayed lightly between her legs. Still, her eyes took in his appearance; he didn't seem to be as aged as the woman was herself. But he obviously was a well-ranked member of the pack; she'd seen the look in his face and the way he walked in other leaders.
He questioned who she was and what business she had being there. Hanna paused to consider her words before replying. "My name is Susquehanna, or Hanna for short. I've been a loner for a decent amount of time, and I wish to join a pack. However, I've not been able to choose which path to take, and I'd like to look about, with escort, if you don't mind. I have this feeling that I'll know where I'm supposed to be once I see it."
She splayed her hands in an innocent manner, explaining further, "I am a medic, have been for awhile now. My friend, Tobias, here, helps me sometimes, guiding me to my patients if need be or running messages. I also tattoo, and tan hides, though less extensively." The more she looked at the man, he looked very familiar, but she couldn't place where she'd seen him before. She wanted to ask, but it seemed rude. So she waited, her unoccupied hand comfortably dangled, the other hand beginning to weary from Tobias' bulk. The hawk shifted from one foot to the other, trying to ease the pressure he put on her hands.