Raven's Watch crooked crows

Sakhmet, sakhmet, sakhmet. Her exotic-sounding name rolled from one corner of the mind to the other as he wondered what it meant. His name, Dragonfly, had been more than obvious. Named after a dragonfly (fly) or mythical creatures dragons who flew. He wasn't sure which one and truthfully was never told. "What a beautiful name." It sounded foreign and had a mysterious resonance. "Does your name mean anything special?"

When she gave him information and a warning at the same time, he nodded respectfully. "Don't worry." He reassured; not only was he warned but he was a respectful wanderer who would take a note of invisible boundaries of pee with a scent of YOU SHALL NOT PASS (kind of like the Grey Wizard sending a signal at the Balrog in Lord of the RINGS).

"Oh yes, I agree -- I'm not much a fan of mountains either. Sure, the view is great and all but I just can't imagine myself ever living with a mountain pack." Curiously he glimpsed over to the wall and the plateau before his gaze returned back to Sakhmet."What is the name of your pack?"