The Sentinels Sweep the Streets I Used to Own

Name's Meylodi. Pleasha ta meet 'cha, she returned the wink, her golden eyes ripe with confidence, as was her stature. The once-upon-a-princess of her pack did not know herself a coward, with or without the wolves she knew at her side. She got closer to the dappled lady, a grin on her face and a chuckle at the end of her voice. As fer what ya can do fer me, I'd like a bi' o' a tour, if ya don't mind. Maybe a bi' o' huntin'. Avn't got ta hunt in a while, since Void ranked 'is fangs 'cross me cheek. Messed up me nose.