When the other woman stepped into Hine's site she'd been ready to jump up and end it right there. But the language that she used, when was the last time she had heard it? She loosened her grip on the knife and looked from the wolf towards the blonde and back again, if this person spoke the language... "Where..." she wasn't sure what to say and her voice was weak from years of disuse and she spoke an equally disused language, she stood up slowly and dusted her hands on the bottom of her skirt, "Where did you learn that language?" she asked and looked up at her, the rage and hatred pushed to the side and the knife held loosely in the hand at her side.