Phoenix Maplewood oh, if the sky comes falling down

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she did not know what to think of the woman, who treated her as if she were a packmate, or one close to her. did she have no wariness? was she so confident that she felt such behaviour to be commonplace? or perhaps arrogant, or foolish, or simply a familiarity and trust between the wolves of this land. or, perhaps, she was merely over analyzing everything. 

it was not so much that she was not a talker, but moreso that this woman, with her words and brightness and familiarity, she had never met before. and she did not warm up quite as quickly to a complete stranger as the woman seemed to think she ought to. the huntress regarded her, and after a moment, merely stated, "Yes." she did, in fact, own a name, yet still unerved, in the slightest, by this all too friendly woman. Yet after a moment, deciding it would be for naught to keep it from the other, she added simply, "Ahnah." It was a name not known here, in these lands, not yet.