Dragoncrest Cliffs The greatest snowball isn't a snowball at all - it's fear

She turned to see the pale woman, who followed up with a question. Instantly, she was wary. Friendly, but wary. Obviously her name had spread throughout the pack—but with what sentiment? She wondered if they all thought her the one who'd brought doom about Sapphique.

Yes, she said, slowly but kindly. It's nice to meet you—that's a pretty name. Long, though. Can I call you something shorter?

How are you? Gee, what a question. 

Instead of saddling the woman with the avalanche of emotion she carried around each day, she merely shrugged and said, Okay. How about you?