Let me know who you really are

Her words reached out the short distance over the rapids with out a hitch and the Avaben-scented stranger would turn her attention to Motif with the words. The Abaven Queen would grin and nod her head in greeting now that she had the others eyes upon her. A greeting would be the answer and she would game the name of the petite brown girl and her station as a level one healer within the pack. Her of course would be Motif?s queue to give forth her own name and with another grin the girl would move her paws until they stood upon the river bank and stretch her head across the gap to better see this Nona on the other side. ?I'm Motif, the Azgrat of Abaven? she would say, without bothering with a formal flair ? it was her hard working brother who deserved the respect of the pack.



Nona would speak again and her next words would elicit a laugh from the dark brown girl. After a question like that the distance between them suddenly seemed far to formal and with a spring she would leap forward, bringing herself half way through the stream with a splash. From there she would take a few strong strokes through the quietest part of the rapids before rising at the other end, shaking out her fur and trotting over to Nona. She would take a seat before her now, her good nature unable to leave her without a smile as she settled on her rump. ?That's fine with me Nona, after all ? i'm the fighter your the healer, i wouldn't be surprised if we spend time together in the future? she teased softly, although in truth she hadn't been in any spars recently ? maybe it was time to change that.
"Speech"