Namyria eyed the wolfman as he growled in his own tongue, seeming rather angry and confused about something or other. He appeared to be new, like she was, and it made her feel slightly less uneasy since all eyes weren't only on her. She stood quietly behind Valoren, her hands at her sides This was all certainly turning into the circus she had just gotten out of. She watched with awe and curiosity as the werewolf reverted into a human state and began to speak in an almost conflicting set of dialects.  When he had said his peace and asked his questions, Namyria looked to Valoren and wondered if he would tell this wolfman anything different than what he had told her.<br/><br/>"I'm in your shoes," she said in her usual, cold tone, albeit quietly. It was true. It seemed they were both looking for answers from this lot who had just seen a battle, of sorts. Namyria stepped quietly around Valoren to face the wolf. Sparks ignited along the ends of her hair, travelling up a couple of inches and leaving a light yellow color to her hair as it moved. Again sparks flared, two spots atop her head and another near her lower back. From the bright sparks grew two, black-furred ears and a long tail. Her nails and canines elongated slightly and her eyes began to glimmer with an inner fire.<br/><br/>In her half-form, Namyria leaned closer to the wolf and sniffed the air, curiously examining him without ever coming closer than a foot. "One can tell a lot about another creature from its scent," she commented, a smirk on her lips, "<em>loup garou.</em>" She had only encountered<em>loup garou</em>once before in the forests of Russia not far from the northern outskirts of Moskow. She never thought she'd be around another, let alone in such circumstances.