Bearclaw Valley quicksilver cruel

She turned with him, ears following the sound of his voice as she peered back the way she had come. Back towards the relative heart of the valley, she liked to think. He wasn't much for words, but that wouldn't have been the first time she had encountered someone who had little use of them.

"I guess it is if you're into that sort of thing," she rejoined, wondering further. "So you're one of the fighters that Merrick recruited?" Had to have been by the build of him. Strong, useful, the sort of substance that built up a lot of the wolves and creatures in their pack. The sort that could do more than just hold their own in a spat, and the sort that made her wonder just what it was about Ursus that drew them there.

"I'm Phoebe," she added on, thinking it wise to start learning names.