Bearclaw Valley Who you gonna call?

Good at anything? Well, she did do things but did she do them... good? As they awaited the rest of the welcome wagon, admittedly the spaced out girl hoped they would be more exciting than the front line, Selena took a few moments to think and then answered slowly, thoughtfully. "I know my way around herbs. Along with that, I know rituals of my homeland in which I use what nature gives." The girl smiled at her acquaintance, appreciative of the kindness she had been shown by her.

A growl adjacent to 'who goes there' and Selena's shark eyes swiveled to take in a war battled male of deep forest colors. He was missing an eye with both old and new wounds. The sight drew the girl forward absent minded, but only by a step. She wanted to know what had happened but before the question could be asked, another appeared. This time a female limped next to the rest, silent but watchful. The new wolf's coloring reminded the shadow creature of dying sunlight caressing an old dead tree. 

"I am Selena." She was not nervous, her eyes met each and every one of the strangers'. Selena rarely felt nervous or embarrassment.. or regret. Sometimes she felt like she felt nothing. Instead the loner aimed to be an empty vessel for the spirits, the clarity that came with the numbness helped her connect to them better. This of course was a practiced skill. "I was brought here by the will of the spirits. They told me to come." A moment for the young wolf to take in the extent of the battered. "Do you need my assistance?"