surely not today

As the woman turned to her, the shock on her features was evident. The fae looked at the one-eyed womans scars. They always did. It was something that the older dame was very used to. It seemed as though the vast majority of wolves didn't expect a woman to be so heavily scarred. It was the menfolk that were supposed to be the warriors, right? Not in this case. Resin was a wolf that had always held her own. She stood in place, waiting for the darker lass to gain her composure.

Eventually the woman spoke, her voice wavering slightly as she introduced herself. Tamsyn was her name. She stated that Zee had invited her into the pack and that she was a new member. That... was relieving. The behemoth's grey and black form instantly eased, her pelt smoothing and her expression becoming less stern. If the one of the Armada's alphas had welcomed this woman into the fold, she must be at least a little trustworthy. There was nothing to worry about in that case. Haunches folding, the scarred dame brought her self to a seated position, tail curling around one thick hip.

Tamsyn spoke of having gotten off on the wrong foot, then asked her name. Resin scoffed lightly, casting her singular gaze to the landscape around them. "This is the same manner in which I greet all strange wolves." To her, there was no bad foot. This had simply been an encounter that was now progressing past the suspicious introduction stage. "With a litter of young pups out exploring, one can never be too careful." The brow on the ruined side of her face arched slightly. "Resin," she answered simply. She never had been a woman of many words.

As she waited for the woman to speak further, the giant fae allowed her golden gaze to take in the fae before her. The smaller woman was also scarred. It was obvious that she'd had a hard life. Resin found herself wondering if she had allowed that life to beat her, or if she had overcome it. By Tamsyn's reaction to her approach, she imagined that she had let that past beat her.