Verdant Basin as ye sow, so shall ye reep

The attitude of the loner was taken in with open embrace; Queenie enjoyed, or rather, preferred a challenge. The hackles along her spine began to raise slowly, row by row, as if waking from a drawn-out slumber. It had been quite some time since she'd gotten an opportunity like this, and Queenie didn't want to waste it. Try again, she commanded with a laugh. 

As mercenary, she had the duty of protecting her home. This she-wolf had managed to wander this close undetected, but now that she'd been caught, Queenie wanted some sort of identification. Her appearance was slowly becoming locked into her mind, but those memories faded; a name was something that she never forgot. Who are you?