Just as she expected, a wolf appeared into the open. As soon as she spoke Noreen's ears perked up in great interest. She sounded exactly like... Irish, exactly like Noreen was. The tigress was certain that this wolf was Irish. But first, she needed to explain why she was here. So the feline cut right to the chase. She spoke, her own Irish accent clear as day. "Hiya. I'm Noreen Angus, a proud tiger. I'm here because I've heard rumors of a group called Highwayman Howff who owned a inn. Is this the place? If it is, I was hoping in exchange for joining the group and living in the inn, I could offer my services as a hunter and provide food here." She held her head proudly, she was a tiger and tigers were excellent solo hunters. Wolves usually hunted in packs to bring large prey down, but as for Noreen, that wasn't the case. Her size made it so that she could bring more food in than wolves at a single time. Noreen cocked her head to the side curiously for a moment. Was this female wolf Irish? She had to know. "Would you happen to be Irish?" To be sure, Noreen decided to speak Irish to her. "An dtuigeann tú mé?" (Can you understand me?)