Dawnlark Plains Oh, like, chainmail or something?

Somehow,  Skraeling didn't notice the boy's approach until he announced himself to her. His voice startled her out of her thoughts and her lounging - as he spoke, she hopped up and spun around, only to drop into a playful bow when she saw that it was the young guardian. 

"Hi Dauntless," she squeaked, her tail giving a friendly shiver before she cleared her throat and tried again, conscious that they had not actually met yet. "I mean - I'm Skraeling. And you're Dauntless. Um, hi!" Talking to people could be hard! Her family had never talked much you each other. Skraeling had never really fit in up north.

The girl pranced forward a few paces, her body held low and submissive before the younger boy. If he allowed her near enough, she sought to bury her snout in the handsome, wispy hairs of his nape.