Who are you?

Snow almost knew the wolf when they spoke; the voice seemed familiar, but the way the wolf looked didn't really look like anyone she could remember. When the other asked her who she was, Snow hesitated. After a few minutes, she gave a soft sigh and spoke. "Snow. Snow Ignea." Maybe, if this wolf truly did know her, Snow's last name would have some effect on her. Or maybe the wolf didn't know her and just thought she did. The same could go the same way for Snow as well. After all, just because a wolf looked like one didn't mean anything. After all, Snow didn't think that the wolf she knew had scars on her face. She supposed that she might as well ask for the other wolf's name, as she may go through the meeting not even knowing it. "Who might you be?"