Bearclaw Valley you're the voice that i like

As the woman drew closer, Milan placed the pelts in the soft snow to take in her scent. Bearclaw was on her, though it did not yet encase her. A new member.

Milan's expression grew far more relaxed now, a gentle smile finding her face. You are a new member? She spoke now, her tail waving at her hocks. I am Milan, Bearclaws Visor. It felt good to be able to introduce herself with such a role.

She hoped that her initial reaction had not offended the other. Maybe they would understand her caution.