Splotches of Chocolate

After eyeing one another up the auburn male turned his attention towards his treasure. With a nudge and a wag of his tail he had exposed what was seemingly a necklace. Such was confirmed right after with his baritone vocals. Banshee took a very polite few steps closer to lay her curious eyes upon the pendant before flicking her attention back towards the stranger. He offered his name, rank, and pack. Valhalla. Ban was aware of the pack but hadn't encountered any of their Wolves. Not that she knew of anyways. It seemed like Ashen and it's Armada were the only packs that were within her radar, perhaps Iroh's home Risen as well.

Banshee offered a small smile, exposing the girth of his fully grown fangs, and dipped her head down in a gentle bow. "Nice to meet you, Cairo." The babe raised her head ever so slightly with a small flick of her tail. "I am Banshee Fatalis-Klein, Combat Medic of the Ashen Armada." It had been the first time she formally introduced herself with the dismissal of her mother's surname and the addition of Fatalis. Pride swelled within her despite the obvious fact that this stranger likely didn't know the significance of her names.

After a fading moment Banshee tilted her head ever so slightly with a curious look in her eyes, "What does a Nerve do?"

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