The Sentinels Somewhere only we know

"Oh, I believe you," Wraen nodded, feeling glad that in her experience with being a pack wolf, challenging ranks had never come into question. She would have been beaten and been lower than a toerag, if she had even attempted. No. Life was better without threats and adrenaline rushes.

"My name is Wraen, by the way," she introduced herself, thinking that, if they had come this far in the conversation, she might as well find out, who she was talking to. "I reside not too far from here with a pack, but I was born here," she added. "What is your name?"