Nova Peak Mouth full of gum,

Wylla was smaller, then imagined, but just as a badger, they were ferocious and full of malice. A  yellow eye toward her direction, but the other was long but gone- an imposing women, Asra thought. Intimidation hung in the war, and the best she could do was have a tall fall low, and a politeful smile to the other.

However, her voice was filled with but formalities and unknown disapproval- the frost-born wolf was not sure what to cause such a stigma, as after all, they only just met. It caused but a stiffness, that she overcome with a soft, and hopefully a warm tone, "Hello Eisen, I am Asra Nightfall, a new thrall to Sagtannet."

Respectfully, she then dipped her head. She was not used to such greetings, as the court knew but everyone in- she hoped it was right.