Meadowlark Prairie I was damned by the light comin' out her eyes

A gentle smile curves her scarred lips. "A beautiful name, it is a wonderful thing to make your acquaintance, Moonshadow."

"I must admit, I seek a pack with which to ally myself with," she dipped her dark crown humbly. "Would you mind telling me a bit about yours? If it is allowed, of course." Istoira knew well that some tribes did not wish for their information to leak beyond the borders of their homebase. 

"Perhaps I could be of some use to you and your leaders," she offered, her voice steady but non-assuming despite the tentative emotion that fills her - fearing rejection. 

"I am a fighter and hunter, as many are, but such skills always seem to be high in demand." The charred girl smiled in humor. "Beyond that I am a healer, and know a bit about plants in general."