Fox's Glade all i've got is instinct

The woman spoke again. This time when sanja heard the inflection she knew it was a name that was spoken, although in her own language the sounds made little sense as a name - in the pot wasn't exactly a common moniker - and for a moment Sanja balked.

While they withdrew and gave Sanja more space, the darker of the pair let out a small laugh, breathy, as if it was alive of its own accord and had surprised Sanja for existing.

She tried to cover the sound by chuffing softly.

Sanja. — a motion to herself, ég er Sanja.