Northstar Vale his heart would not take flight

she shifts, peering back over her shoulder as a footfalls draw near, foreign chuff diminishing any hope that this was Aure. a moment later, and the woman came into view; pale as aurewen was, though certainly with a great deal more fur. tongue passed over her lips, belaying nervousness made worst by her hurt, and the knowledge that she could not easily slip away should this interaction go poorly. 

"um," came her response, embarrassingly faint. a little stronger, then, "um," she did not know how to respond, suddenly, not entirely sure herself if she was part of Aure's group, though certain in that she had no idea what a Mavroimë was.  "I'm Clem. Clementine. a—a hunter." it did not sound as polished as the older woman had offered, nor was she an especially good hunter, and so she chose that moment to fall silent.