Ocean's Breath Plateau Oh, don't you dare look back

Foxglove followed Dakini's gaze, listening to the poetry she was dedicating to the big mass of water, and saw nothing of the beauty she spoke of. Sure it was big, sure it was dangerous, but anyone with a common sense knew that. Therefore the spark of interest that had appeared in her facial features died and she yawned to fend off boredom. 

Asked, what her name was, Foxglove reverted to a contempletative silence (if that was even more possible). In her opinion names did not matter and there was no use of them, because you could wear them and shed them like a coat. And live comortably without one as well. For a moment her mouth opened and lips tried to spell out something, but this effort died quickly. She then gave the she-wolf and odd and unpleasant smile and shook her head. No name. No one.