Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

She was certainly different, yes.
At least, where she grew up was.
Terrifyingly so.
"The men in my pack were put to work, we had little to talk of, we were put on the front lines, women second besides my sister. She wanted to be by my side."
A soft smile at a fond memory of patrolling the borders together in soundless harmony.
Posing threats to those who wanted to trespass, then ripping them apart in seamless fluidity.
Seems she had an affinity with ravens though.

"Of course, I will greet you myself. My name is Derg, the Overseer. We live on this side of the mountains there," he flicked his head towards the Sunspires behind him, "in a red canyon. Hard to miss," he smirked. He'd just ave to tell Donovan not to be an ass and try to 'seduce' her. She would surely shred him if he did.

"I'm glad we could make this agreement," his left ear flicked a mosquito off of it. It would be powerful.