Shadow Mountain grandiose

venena; the woman introduces herself and praimfaya tucks the strange sounding name away. though, in truth, she isn't one to talk about strange sounding names for her's probably takes the cake. praimfaya barely contains the snort at the pleasantries offered. you wouldn't be saying that if you really knew me, she thinks to herself; no doubt there are many wolves who would stand to disagree on it being a pleasure meeting ( or knowing ) praimfaya. instead, she offers a noncommittal noise of muted agreement in return.

small talk wasn't her strong suit; admittedly. for a moment she wonders if she should offer some useless mention about the weather — which was shitty.

what brings you to the sunspire mountains? she inquires casually, unable to tell for sure if the woman's pelage bore a pack scent or not. she can't help but wonder if attempts to recruit for the saints would help her cause or simply make matters worse. she doesn't exactly want to bolster their numbers but she also doesn't want to raise suspicions by slacking on duties, either.