Redhawk Caldera The front lines - the edge of death

So sorry! Didn't realize I skipped! Please tell me if to remove my post, but since they're not really even with each other I don't know if it matters who posts first?

She felt like she didn't need a name. What were they but a rather smart way of recognizing someone besides just looking at their coat? Their eyes? Besides, it was not her name that made her herself, it was her story. The male seemed uninterested in either, something she had gotten used to. She was but a scrawny thing, no importance or grace simply gained from her appearance. All she had was her, and with that alone could she rule the world.

Alright. She replied rather suspiciously with the intention of really telling @Potema of the freckled man. At least she'd get a bit of recognition for it - who would've thought she would be the one to find an old friend of the family? It was a lucky stumble. Tipping her head to the side when he left she found herself on her own again. Soon though, she raised her chin and made her way back home.