Bearclaw Valley don't deny what you feel, open up your mind

Blondine's ears swiveled to catch the melodic voice that'd called out to her. Not too far off stood an unfamiliar woman with a similar bounty to her own; she assumed that this was the Poet who Phocion had mentioned before. Something in between, Blondine called back with a laugh after dropping her own bundle. 

There wasn't anyone around who she could see stealing from her, so she felt confident enough to leave the lavender behind while she got a closer look at the other she-wolf. You're Poet, right? I'm Blondine, Blondine Abernathy. It's a pleasure to meet you.