Wapun Meadow there's an oily brine bilge water baptism waiting below

These two are second cousins, I think...

The other was first to ask for introductions and, since Wraen did not read any hostile signs in the other's body language, she approached in a calm and confident manner. The russet girl could have been her age, maybe a year here and there. At a certain period in life it got a little difficult to tell exact age by looks alone. She gave a quick all-over look, wagging her tail in a friendly fashion and then took a step backwards, smiling.

"I am Wraen from the mountains - may I know your name?"