Morrigan gave a small sort of smirk as Roman tried to figure out the meaning of the strange word. It seemed as though this wolf's native tongue was something different to their own. She could only wish for some sort of translation on the stranger's part, but no such translation was offered. His comment about the rug made her chuckle, and the stranger furthering the joke only increased her amusement. Her question, however, was surprising. As perceptive as she was, she could tell that the question was not exactly as it appeared. The female was trying to feel her out, she could tell- and so she shook her head, still laughing. "No, you take him. I'm sure his pelt would stink up the den, anyway!" She smirked, bumping her shoulder against Roman's to show that she was only joking- he may be king, but he couldn't escape her relentless teasing.

"Morrigan." She introduced in turn after the other two had done so. Her laugh seemed to have startled Roza, and it only made her laugh more- after all the question had been slightly ridiculous. Who didn't know of cannibals? Perhaps there had been none where Roza had come from, or they stayed in hiding and were never found out. There was quite a few in Moladion to the best of Morrigan's knowledge. "It's certainly not a good thing, no. I'm not sure what entices a wolf to consume their own kind." Morrigan grimaced, shaking her head.

She raised an eyebrow at Roman's comment and smirked. "Are you implying that it's possible to not like me?" Morrigan puffed out her chest a little bit and shot an amused glance at Roza. "I'm sure we'll make fine friends in time, Roza. I certainly meant no ill will in bringing you here." She chuckled, giving a few short wags of her tail.