The woman seems gently surprised to be spoken to so directly. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen Mr. MacConin, but rather that his ruffled feathers and bitey tone were of no importance to her.

Nain shakes her head.
Ney, only we are quite lost. She chirps, her voice quickly interrupted by that of the badger's.

"ONLEH A TAD." He barks confidently. Truthfully they had no clue at all where they were, or why, or where their home had gone. They simply awoke in the woods, sharing the same positions they had when they fell asleep, and found themselves in a place that had never seen before. No familiar smell on the wind, no mountain ranges that lead towards home. Even the stars were different.

The 'Scarlet Circle' ye say... Nain plays with the name on her tongue. Was that the name of this beach? But she thought Mr. MacConin and had said the sand was black.

Are ye a pack of some kind? She questions, curiosity in her tone.

The badger paces back and forth like some kind of foot soldier.