Blackfeather Woods Welcome to the Underworld

A smirk touched the girls face, for a moment Aeronwyn wondered at it. But she spoke again, introducing herself. Potema. Aeronwyn dipped her head slightly, acnoledging the name and commiting it to memory. Somehow, it suited the painted ghost. After a brief moment of silence, Aeronwyn thought she too should give her name. It seemed fitting, she could not simply stare at this girl in silence, could she? "Mine is Aeronwyn." she said evenly, adding on a moment later "A pleasure to make your acquiantence, Potema" Her tone was cool but respectfull. She was beginning to think that this pack was made up of those who bore upon them a pelt of shadow.