Shy Deer Steppes The heart is a wolf and it is made of glass

Kinvara nodded as she was given a name, unaware that this wasn't the name Vaermina went by nor that it was invocation of a Goddess. Had she known, the fire pelted girl would have been running in the other direction. 

"I am new, I haw nudding to compare it to." Kinvara tried to speak as clearly as possible though the words were still a bit jumbled. She had assumed that in time the land would recover and she would be able to hunt better.