Ankyra Sound to live and die by the sword

Ash Paw was fairly certain she had already given her name, but it was entirely possible she hadn't. In the first meeting, it was probably forgotten in the aftermath of the fight.

I am called Ash Paw. Though most simply call me Ash.

She motioned with the sooty petite paw. I followed my auntie Thistle Cloud and cousin Gunnar here. Auntie was coming to die. I buried her a few weeks ago now. Gunnar has settled elsewhere.

Ash Paw found herself slowly relaxing, the tightness of her body loosening. The pinch in her brow smoothing out, and she found herself more willing to share her own information with this Dreadfather. Something to give him for what she had taken as it were. It was only fair to give knowledge where knowledge was gathered. 

She frowned. It sounds as if it would be lonely. I suppose though I can understand.

And she could, even in the pack she was part of, she felt the loneliness like a burr. She was so different than the other wolves that made their home there. Though she couldn't blame them for seeking her out. She could be prickly, haughty, even downright callous.