Stone Circle last time we saw you, you were trying to kill everyone

"Oh." Clary's tail dropped a fraction, but perked up quick enough at the offer of a name. "Banner - oh, so pretty!" She didn't know what the name meant at all, but did that really matter? The beauty of a name came from the wolf it belonged to. After all, wolves were only strangers until you had a name to call them.

Clary tasted the cold night air and scented mama's warm smell threading softly from the dark wolf's fur. But before her thoughts could fully form, a chilling noise rose every hair on her back, and the pale girl swung around, unconsciously shrinking a few steps toward her new dark friend.

The darkness obscured the one who approached, and the mix of moonlight and shadows clutched the girl and squeezed a trickle down her leg. But the voice she recognized, though hard and cold, and her ears cupped forward, despite the tuck of her tail beneath her. "Papa!" She exclaimed - but though he looked like Eezee, and smelt like Eezee, he remained uncanny, unlike any way she'd seen him before. Clary wavered. He made to move between them, but Clary sensed a strange danger and, without much thought to the consequence, moved to squeeze herself back in the path that would block the dark woman from her father's approach. "This is Banner. She's my friend."