Stone Circle Sunday came and trashed me out again

A stern, muscular woman came to greet her, leading Ameline to read her and wonder if the wolves of this pack were all such juggernauts, or if this was their prized guardian. Ameline stood a couple inches shorter, and felt envious of the woman's impressive frame and the easy grace with which she moved. Her tone was even and smoothe, everything a pack could want in a guardian, she thought. 

Now she would no longer answer as the Berserkr and scout of Redtail Rise- it felt a bit uncomfortable, having to introduce herself without the comfort of those labels. 

"My name ith Ameline Bearclaw. I'm travelling with my mate-" 

Something about the woman's appearance triggered an old memory in her mind. Her eyes narrowed suddenly. White fur, yellow eyes, massive in build. In her youth, she had hunted someone with the same description, and had caught a glimpse of her before the battle had begun. When she inhaled, it was a completely different scent that greeted her, so she told herself to lay those thoughts to rest; this was not the same woman, though she was somewhat rattled still by the intrusive memory. 

"We've thettled in a valley nearby." For how long? She didn't know. They hadn't expected to find children there. "I wath jutht out trackin' down thomethin' to eat when I found yuh borderth, and thought I'd come thee who liveth here," She said.