Hushed Willows sveppum

Valmúa huffed at the stranger, annoyed. Bijou, she was called, and had many names apparently. The woman of the Watch licked her teeth, a habit she often did when unsure or bored. The dark creature had strange, green eyes. Old eyes. They were unnerving. Had this beast of a woman followed her just to ask for a name?
Valmúa af Stormskýli. Despite her confusion, she let her tail and hackles relax somewhat. There was tension in her body still. She wondered if Solpallur or Stjornuati had followed her, and were out there somewhere watching the exchange. Even with that thought, she didn't remove her gaze from the other. There were wolves here before. They are gone now. Were you one of them? It seemed unlikely, but Val couldn't figure out why else she would be here.