Phoenix Maplewood up and down this road before

she mumbles something the huntress can make no sense of, leaving her a moment of confusion before she apologizes, and replies with something that makes a little more sense. still, it seems more a recent injury than one she'd been born with; those she knew born with such a defect adapted to it naturally, so much so that it seemed entirely normal. this woman, on the other hand, seemed somewhat uncomfortable with it. 

"there aren't any established packs in this region," she offers by way of explanation for the solitude the stranger must have endured, "yet." motioning over her shoulder, in elaboration and in answer to the woman's second question, she answers, "I'm claiming the stream just to the west of these woods. we're still a small group, for now." turning back to the woman, she questions, "and you? are you a traveler, or new to these lands?"