Those finishing touches

After making a few sales and meeting a whole slew of new wolves the day before, Wynter made sure she carved out time to reopen her stall the next day during the market's peak hours. She still needed to work on refining her armor before the raid, but she believed she would be able to finish it with a couple more hours of work so that left plenty of time to man her stall in the market square. It wasn't quite as busy as it had been the day before, but there was still a good number of visitors milling around the market, moving from one stall to the next. She had just finished selling one of her carvings to one wolf and was saying her farewells to him when another young woman about her age walked up to the table with a simple hello. "Hello there," she greeted in return with a smile.

She immediately noticed the obvious scent of The Hallows from the other woman and suddenly she realized she had seen her before at the Hallows bonfire festival. The deep, midnight blue of her coat and the turquoise markings that mirrored her aunt's gave away that she was one of her cousins easily, but she hadn't had a ton of interactions with that part of her family yet so she wasn't confident about her name. "You were at the bonfire, right?" she asked curiously, hoping that her memory was right. "You're one of Uncle Art and Aunt Briar's kids?" Once she confirmed that was the case, Wynter grinned and added, "I thought so! I'm Wynter, one of Mortis' daughters. It's nice to meet you."

"Wynter Fatalis"