The girl continued to move forward, choosing her footfalls carefully in the underbrush to avoid thorns, rocks, and whatever else littered the ground. She heard the truck before she saw it; Margot's lupine form certainly had better senses than her human form, but her human form still had heightened awareness over a normal person. Still, she had not seen that many automobiles in her life.
She'd seen some of course. The traveling merchants and occasional commuter was not unheard of. Her pack generally steered clear of them though, so seeing one up close was a rare sight. She paused as it passed into view, distracted by its size as it idled, engine purring subtly. She slowly approached; she knew intellectually that it was not alive, and yet she could not help but move silently for fear of spooking it. She was so distracted by this marvel of technology that she didn't notice Draaven, in fact.
It wasn't until the truck pulled away, leaving the leather-clad lobo standing near the warehouse, that Margot spotted him. She wasn't skulking, per se, but she was certainly trying to avoid attention up to that point. However, at the sight of another person she immediately stopped, stood up straight, and froze for a moment as she contemplated what to do.
Oh crap, she internalized. I hope he doesn't think I'm a weirdo. Did he come on the truck? Was he always here? Has he been watching me? Is he dangerous? Is he friendly?
Her mind continued in a spiral of anxiety for a moment before she shook her head, trying to clear away the thoughts. And the loose binding around her hair came out, causing it all to puff out into a tuft of auburn. Startled slightly, she bent over, found her tie and began attempting to tie it off again as she approached, slowly.
Margot sized Draaven up as she walked. Other than the dark leathers, he was fairly unremarkable. (It's still so weird to see other people in clothes, Margot mused to herself.) From this distance it wasn't easy to tell his size, but she figured he was around Margot's build, but maybe a little smaller. As she advanced, his eyes remained trained on her while he took some device out of his pocket and put it to his ear. (Dangerous eyes; now that's at least something familiar.)
Even with Margot's trained ears, she heard pieces of a conversation but not enough to string together a coherent thought, especially as she tried to process the Lutetian words she heard into Iverian to understand them.
Wind blew across the landscape, bringing a few scents to Margot's nose, both familiar and alien. The smell of tanned animal hide, likely from the stranger's clothing. The musk of a human man, not unpleasant. But riding on that, something familiar: the smell of fur and pheromones. (A wolf?) But even then, something oily, not unlike the trucks and other human devices she's seen. She couldn't place it exactly, but it lingered even as the cacophony of scents given off by the departing truck faded. It was definitely coming from somewhere on this man.
As he ended the call with a touch of his finger and placed his device back into his pocket, Margot decided she was close enough. This seemed like a wolf, and despite a similar slim stature to her, he seemed confident in his abilities. The woman paused and collected herself, then spoke in the best Lutetian she could muster from reading her books, which probably came across as childish and broken as she stumbled to find the right Lutetian words to voice her Iverian thoughts.
"Hello. My name is Margot." She gave a little curtsy like she'd seen in books. "I have just arrived in town. I do hope that I am not intruding." Aware of her accent, she had made sure to annunciate as best as she could to make sure that he could understand, which probably would made her speech sound even more infantile.