Dragoncrest Cliffs tread lightly in the heart of the forest

Before she could pull herself together and push forward, the stranger looked up at her, offering a greeting and a question. Bat did not return her smile, though her tail flicked in acknowledgement. A little stiffly, she padded closer, coming to a halt again just a few yards away. She was usually easygoing and friendly enough, though there was a strange set to her jaw and an uncharacteristic tension about her youthful shoulders.

"Hi," she said, more or less tonelessly. "Bat. What's yours?"