Shadewood you are at war, even in your dreams

Slowly but surely, Djehanne's lowered gaze rose to meet Nero's. His voice was warm and smooth, like the sap from a towering oak. And just like that sap, she knew better than to get caught in it. She gulped as she finally made her way back a neutral posture, though her eyes maintained a sharp focus. She wasn't afraid per se, but she was skeptical as any loner would have been. In response to his introduction, Djehanne huffed and clawed once, twice at the dirt; she had no name to give him, for she couldn't remember even having a name in the first place. 

Everywhere she went, every wolf she met, they had a new name for her. It had been so long since she'd heard her birth name that sometimes, Djehanne wasn't even sure she had one anymore. She would sit and think back as far as she could, but there was nothing left for her to recall. What had happened before was gone.

Another small peep escaped her maw as she cocked her head slightly, this time out of pure curiousity. How could someone with such a rough exterior be so kind inside? She knew better than to fall for the honey he had laid out before her; Djehanne was quick to trust no one, especially seeing as she couldn't cry for help.