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Zola Abara -- a memorable name to remember. Much like those Ostregas, or many of the other wolves she'd seen in her life, the earthen female had an additional name to recognize herself by. This struck a bit of envy in Luna, for she wished there was a distinct name for her family to identify themselves by, but not to the point where she wanted a completely new identity or anything. She was happy with how her family was now.

In continuation to what Luna had asked before, Zola's story of her previous home continued -- and the moon nymph listened with the intent of learning more about her. Savannah? She'd never heard of something like it before, and the way Zola explained the relationship between hunter and prey gave her a whole new perspective on the matter. Maybe Luna could learn to appreciate and respect the hunted the same was Zola did...

"My tribe, the place I lived before the Teekons--" The raven began. "--lived in mountains. Its where I was born actually...". As a mountain woman herself, she couldn't imagine a life without roaming those glorious heights. Speaking of which..."What are these 'Shaman' you speak of? Why are they the only ones in the mountains?"