Sunset Valley these boots were made for walking

The responder agreed with no malice in her tone, encouraging Waawaashkeshi's more overly curious impulses. "Have you had a long trip? Where from?" A smile crossing her muzzle she began to half-circle the other, analyzing their posture, fur, how well kept they were.

An introduction would be appropriate in this situation, yet the idea had gone over her head. "Ah - I am Waawaashkeshi." Realizing she was beginning to ramble, she said no more.

Rarely did she care for first impressions, believing such a thing to be irrelevant. But the concept mattered much more to her when speaking to other women. A matter of respect for one another.