I Used to be My Own Protection

The stranger spoke curiously as she stated her name as Chione Olympus, a name long forgotten. The surname seemed… almost familiar but Karabela could not quite place it. Chione's skills seemed to be in healing and her head would tilt slightly at the side as the woman mentioned leaving fighting behind. Karabela's gaze unconsciously shifted to the woman's blind eye and she couldn't help but wonder at the other's past. They all had their scars and their stories it seemed.

Karabela nodded. "Yes, that does answer my questions." She gazed for a moment longer at Chione certain she'd heard the sincerity in the woman's voice and she smiled. "Welcome to Ivory Ridge, Chione. You'll be accepted as a Mender. I will want to have someone examine your healing skills later but I believe your words and I'm looking for wolves of character. We make our dens higher up in the maw or out in the Stone Steppe. Feel free to explore and make your den as you see fit." 

"Speech"