Dawnlark Plains Nasty freestyle

Even if Junior's greeting hadn't clued her in, the Amazon would have recognized the woman from their previous meeting regardless. It was hard to forget eyes like that, and she had trained long and hard to be able to ingrain such details in memory, as her role of huntress required it. Names, however, did not fall under that juncture. She didn't even remember if they had exchanged such things.

"You." She said, eyes narrowed suspiciously but no malice in her tone. A few short months ago she might have jumped the girl for her association, but now the 'Amazons' she had once resided with no longer posed a threat. Whether they were still around or no more was irrelevant... they had been beaten, and so were inferior. Not to be bothered with or worried about.

Unable to tell if Junior was baiting her with the title she gave, Manauia let it go, choosing not to rise to it if it was a stab at her previous claim. She spoke truth, whether she believed it or not, and at least she had gotten something from their encounter. Instead she gave a small smile. "Indeed." At one time she had wondered as to the claim of the coastal wolves, but having met them, they were obviously not of the proper caliber. That didn't mean she couldn't sate a little curiosity, though. "And what of your 'Amazons'? I have not heard of, or from, them of late." Though she hadn't heard much of them before their battle either, not until their leader left that message on the Glacier borders. A secretive bunch, it seemed.