Alyna didn't say anything in response, to the Orc's request.<em>If she wants him to stay so be it. It's her throat.</em>Instead, she turned and walked to find a seat at the edge of the fire, watching the flame dance and lick at the branches. She sat, contemplating for a moment before looking to the wolf and speaking quietly in a strange tongue, "Come, sit with us, you're welcome here. We wont attack as long as you return the same courtesy." With her obligations to be cordial fulfilled, she began digging through her pack for her food. It was a conglomeration of nuts and dried fruits, finely chopped and mixed with a portion of honey before being bound into bricks that would last nearly indefinitely if kept dry. She broke off a piece and began chewing thoughtfully.