Should we pretend that Ralla and Ember have already learned each other's names since they're both in the hunt thread? They don't have to be good aquaintances; just know their names and forgotten till now 
A blurred image reflected in the shine that had become of the chopping axe since Ralla's ministrations, and Ralla's eyes darted up to see a wolfess standing before her. The wolfess was tall and a deep color not unlike to charred maple, or the drink that her tribe had often made from crushed grapes that were preserved for months at a time. Burgundy, she mused with a matter-of-fact thought. The clinking from the belt around the other's waist was what caught Ralla's attention more than the feeling of familiarity that whispered at the edge of her mind. The weapons, being most prudent to her recent ponderings, were the object of her gaze until the other spoke.
"Thank you," Ralla responded with formal gratitude. Like Nayati, this wolfess had that scent and presence that any wolf instinctivly knew as out-ranked from themselves; apart from their class, as it was. In some packs it was a harsh distinction--such as the Crescent Moon Pack--but here in AniWaya, Ralla was learning that the bonds of the pack were more of family than organized machine. At the other's comment, Ralla glanced down and turned the axe in her hands, quirking an eyebrow in contemplation. "Really...? Regrettably, I wouldn't know... I've never sharpened a tool." Ralla had thought that the axe was fine, as it had continued to chop wood, but she could not deny that it had taken increasingly more strikes of the blade to get through a single log. Still, as the conversation continued to focus around the axe, she could not place the wolfess's name...
Moon walks. "Moon talks." Moon thinks.
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