Otter Creek Speak softly

The young female's eyes fluttered across the male's face, making their way from his chin along the bridge of his snout to finally meet his eyes. She gazed into his yellow orbs for a second or two before shifting her gaze quickly to the smaller mammal.

Looking past her gaunt figure and matted fur that clinged to her bony structure tainted with mud and filth, Claire could be considered a pretty female. Her slim face still held faint traces of the beauty she once wore proudly, when the days weren't full of gloomy clouds and misery -as they seemed to be to the girl.

Whether of not Beric could see it was up to him. While the male introduced himself, gicing full detail of his name and his alliances Claire remained silent knowing she had nothing as interesting to contribute. Yet she took the trouble to say her name, "My name is Claire Van Vliet," she began, her voice awfully hoarse since she had not had a drink for quite a while. Noticing this, the pale girl cleared her throat, "I don't belong to any pack.. I-I travel alone" she concluded casting her eyes to the male.