Blackfeather Woods Insight IV

The woman who came from the trees was unfamiliar, but the scent of the Wood dusted her coat. Taikon blinked, pausing mid-step, realizing rather suddenly that it was as though he was waking from a coma. He did not know her, but she might well have been with them since his return, or even before. He had been so out of it and busy dying that the goings on in the pack had not penetrated.
H-hello, said Taikon, finding strangely that his voice quivered. It must have been from lack of use. He looked at her for a moment before remembering his manners. As had always been his custom, he greeted her with a grand, deep bow as though she was a duchess. I am Taikon, he introduced. He stayed there for a moment before rising, finding himself out of words. He wanted to apologize for not knowing her, for perhaps he should. Instead, he followed simply, I don't believe we've met.