Hushed Willows not from the stars do I my judgement pluck

her gaze is drawn back down by a woman's words, and she dips her head in soft greeting. "opalia." it's a pretty name, fitting for the striking woman. "how are you settling?" she offers, shifting to sit back on her haunches. the borders are poor places for truly getting to know new packmates, but now that she's been here a few days, the shakti hopes to learn what she may from the woman. she does not doubt her skills as a warrior, or willingness to fight. her still-healing wounds are evidence enough of that.