Totoka River deltas

Oceane. A name that reminds her of frost-bitten winds full of salt and frigid ice. A name that reminds her of her trauma of escaping the beach and days of pleasantry in Margaritaville with Tristan and Bat. It suits the girl quite nicely to Gracious. Names hold a certain level of importance; it is the thing wolves refer to themselves, it is the thing that binds them to their identity. Inside a name is something special that belongs to its bearer.

"I am Gracious, it's wonderful to meet you Oceane" she starts off, her large plume now waves behind her in a cheerful manner, "I live here in the Wilds, but not in this specific area. I've yet to find somewhere I want to claim as my own." The land is vast, and there was still so much for Gracious to see. But at some point, she would force herself to find her family of Sagtannet and apologize for her wrongdoings. Until then...

"How about you? Do you have a home or family nearby?"