Roma

As you approach, you see Roma watching you with an appraising gaze. 

"Hello there, and welcome. I am Roma, the guardian of these lands. I trust you mean no harm." She said, and it felt as if she was measuring you against some unknown metric. "You're welcome to pass through here, in any case, and I'm sure my pack would love to tell you a little of their story, if you ask nicely." She said. She seemed to relax a little, looking away from you to scan the rocky landscape.

"You want to hear mine? Its not as impressive as some of my packmates will make it out to be, I assure you." She looks back at you, with a slightly bemused expression. "But, if you insist. The pack I was born into lives far from here, though with similar rocky terrain as we have here. It was clear from a very young age that I wasn't made to follow under another, and the pack leader wasn't too keen on competition. So he sent me out on my own as soon as he could. I was barely able to fend for myself, but I managed." 

Roma falls quiet for a moment, her expression imperceptible as she looks off in the distance, presumably in the direction she once journeyed. 

"When I found this place, the feeling of it . . . It's hard to describe, so forgive me if I seem to speak nonsense, but as I drew closer it was like the air itself pulled me forwards, lifted me, energized me. It was like an invisible path opened up to guide me here. Nothing has felt more right to me once I arrived." She pauses again, this time with a proud, serene expression, before shaking her head.

"Of course, Matavo probably played a large part in convincing me to stay as well. If you can track him down, I'm sure he'd love to tell you more." She stands up, and begins to turn away.

"Okay, break time is over. It was pleasure talking with you, but I must get back to my rounds. Safe travels." And with a quick wag of her tail, she trots off, leaving you to continue on your way.