Qeya River jedan

she seeks a home here.
wren remains tight-lipped for a long moment, unimpressed until she hears the word guarding. the lowered stance of the woman earns a tiny chuckle from her. take it easy, kid, i'm not gonna getcha. name's wren.
so you're a warrior, she notes, taking a long look at the scars which are littered across the woman's figure. you're in luck. we need more sets of teeth. more strong women. but it won't be easy for you. rookies here sit at the bottom of the food chain until i see you're suitable enough to be anything more than that. we take as few risks as possible these days.
it was a diversion from the peaceful nature that riverclan once held, but a necessary one. she blows a puff of air from her nostrils to dispell the tension which racked her frame. that sound good to you?