Golden Glade Born of fire, bound to nothing

There was no malice in the statement, it was honesty, something Mictec valued since leaving words unspoken haunted her. Perhaps we are not so different she though to herself perhaps this stranger is just as lost as I am. She had been roaming the wilds and had encounters with other wolves who had extended hands of hospitality and now she had the chance to extend her own.

"My name is Mictēcacihuātl, Mictec for short. I may not have much to offer now but you are welcome to rest here. Winter is a trying time for all."

Lifting herself, Mictec nodded her head, offering for the other woman to follow her towards the small clearing. "It would be nice to know what your name is so I don't have to keep calling you stranger in my head."