Hoshor Plains but I kinda like her style

Easy huffed out a laugh, frisking closer to Sumac to give him a little bump with her shoulder. "I'm right here, 'Mac," she said, slowing her pace so that the younger wolf would not be left behind. "If they don't want us around, we'll know soon enough — but they don't want to risk getting hurt anymore than you do. They'll chase us off, maybe. So breathe, and we'll be just fine."

It was not long before the sound of another's voice turned her ears, and then her eyes in another direction. Her shoulder bumped Sumac's once more as she changed trajectory, offering him a low chuff of encouragement. Her tail waved like a black flag, lifted high only so that her friendliness could be read at a distance even as they swam through the tall grasses. It lowered when they drew closer, as did the blackbear's head in quiet deference.

"Peace be," she called out as they neared. "I could not resist investigating when I smelled so many gathered here!"

With one last smile at Sumac, she came close enough to introduce herself: "I am Ishara Morningside, and this is my friend, Sumac — we are adventurers, this season." The molten glow of her eyes was warm.