There was the quiet rustling of grass underfoot, steady but slow, accompanied by the heavier padding of a much larger creature -- when enough time passed to make it clear to the visitor that Aconan wasn't dangerous, Inakov revealed herself, brushing back her messy hair with Bundad an intimidating presence at her back. "...Who are you?" She contemplated, saying it, like it was an incredibly serious idea: even if it was just a request for identity.
"Do you want some gum?" Her hands fiddled away in her pockets, hidden from sight - she did have gum, and it was very good indeed, so that seemed like a nice place to start. (Bundad whuffled, nuzzling the back of Inakov's head, and she gave a weary smile and reached back to scratch under his chin.) "...It's really good."