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Paeon.
Not the most unusual of names, she'd definitely heard others far more striking.
But the Warqueen didn't say anything, let alone give her thoughts away by means of body language.

The Warchief offered a kind smile.
"Fury Brunhilde, Warchief and Queen of The Saints." She responded in turn. 
The girl before her was too new, obviously, to know the talk infesting the Teekon about her pack and its history.

Best to keep that as under wraps as possible.
Behind the facade she wore, Fury held hope that the girl might show interest in joining.
A recruit was a recruit, after all.