Whitefish River and eyes flecked with ash

The girl offered a name as well as her pack, both unfamiliar. Little did she know it was the remains of two packs she had sought out before, but now rekindled under another name. Even though she was unaware of the girl's home it would still be rude not to offer her own name, I'm afraid your home is unknown to me. I go by Ira, I am the leader here.

Gold eyes shifted to the land past her as she explained the nearby danger. Perhaps she wasn't away from her attacker yet after all. Are you in danger now? She wasn't fond of the idea of harboring a stranger who caught somethings attention, especially with pups around, but if it was not safe to speak here then they must move. I do not take threats lightly. What might you have to share?