Wheeling Gull Isle Good Tidings

He was rather polite, head dipping with a small smile. It reminded her of the bowing that took place in the south, and she liked that. He was respectful. Many wolves here were not- she could think of a few who could certainly take some notes from him. 

Not worry, you not.. intr.. intruding. Our claim not start here. She explains with a smile returned. His face seemed to wince if only for a moment- and she wondered what was the issue. Had she done something wrong?

Or perhaps it was the same thing that had caused Hydra to hate her so. The... warmth? The hotness? What had it been? The strange scent that had plagued her this week made her feel like a diseased wolf. She did not know where she could hide, or where she was expected to go. She had little control over it, and no longer did it fill her with pleasant feelings. It had been nice with Mal, but since then, she had only hoped the end would come sooner. How long would the disease last?

Oh well. She refused to be ashamed for something which she could not control. There were much worse things a wolf could do than smell a certain way- she had experienced those terrors firsthand. She refused to see herself as a guilty party. 

My name Huā. Huāzhen Jiang. What your name? She returned.