Ankyra Sound You and I

At his invintaion, she stepped over the borders gratefully with a flick of her ashen tail. She was a bit amused as he mentioned that the pack wouldn't carry dead-weights. Don't they all? If he knew her better, he would know that being a dead-weight was not her thing. In fact, she hated those who were. But he didn't know her, and she gave him a respectful nod. "I understand," She forced herself to say.

He asked her for her name, and she hesitated, contemplating on whether she should come up with a fake name, for just give up and tell him her real name. Then it hit her. Why would she keep her real name from him. He was a packmate now, so she should be able to trust him, right? She looked back up at Kjalarr with a new light in her eyes and a crooked smile on her mysterious features. "They call me Ishild," she told him coolly. "Ishild Cairn."