Moonspear The lion cannot protect himself from traps

Her expectations were open enough and it seemed like a pretty decent welcome back from the stranger once things were in motion. A part of her simply had to trust the caliber of the wolves the mountaineers would tolerate to be here. It hadn't stung her yet, but with everything going on in the wilds these days, who knew in every single case. Anyway, the pale warrior softly swayed her own tail back and aimed to look friendly enough for no one with any explanation. I'm Opalia, she returned, once she realized--or rather, hoped, that was a name she had just been given. It had fit into place as such, she concluded, and forged on past it.

You are not a face I recognize yet, so.. how are you? she asked, aiming for her steadiest expression--a well-intentioned one, overall, as she tried for conversation.