Redhawk Caldera sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner

Straight to the point. I like you already.

Vikuthia smiled at the wolf, unused to compliments. She tucked the names given away in her mind. Killdeer. Amalia. Towhee. Redhawk.

Geriatric, she repeated with an amused grin, shaking her head. If you grew up where I did, you'd never admit that, or it'd mean your death. Her eyes widened immediately. N-Not that I'm--threatening you! I just meant... She sighed heavily, feeling like a fool. My birth pack wasn't... very friendly toward any they thought could no longer pull their weight. The sick, the old, the injured. She pulled her shoulders back, trying to recover from her awkwardness. I am Vikuthia, here to... start over, I guess.