Wapun Meadow i have no mother, i have no father, i have no face

Wife of Xan, Sif explains, and Poet examines the woman again. A strange looking creature who reminds the sinner of the dog she'd met once, but she smells like wolf. But she doesn't have time to dwell as Sif nips at her, asking to play. Surprised, she blinks owlishly; she hasn't played in what feels like centuries, though surely it hasn't been all that long. She isn't that old.

Between Sif and the stranger (who's bow is noted with a curious tilt of the head) she doesn't notice the other until her soft Ahoy breaks upon the scene. Poet looks at the pair, sister-wife and wife-of, and back to the older woman. "Hello," she returns the greeting, knowing Sif struggles with such things, "I am Poet and this my ... companion, Sif." Her gaze moves to Sif's friend, waiting for her to supply a name, unaware of  her similar speechless proclivities.