Soft’Willow jostled backwards. hurt by the girl’s hostility, but not really surprised. She looked shaken up, soaked from head to toe in the middle of the cold season? Who wouldn’t be.

She took a few steps backwards, swallowing her breath. The words she spat out sounded like nonsense to her. A clan? Mountain clan?
She eyed down at her fur like it was some sort of insult, was it? She knew she was tall for some cats but a mountain?

“I’m Soft’Willow” she introduced, deciding that to have been the best course of starting conversation. “I’m not here to harm you” she replied. Her head ducked, attempting to look smaller.

“I’m alone, besides my son and a few wanderers. You look lost, how can I help you?” Her whiskers twitched, overlooking her with worry. Her gaze was not subtle, scanning over her pelt for injury or anything. Her eyes were a mix of greens and blues, though dulled by her age. It was clear they had been brighter when she was younger, but the greying furs on her muzzle and exhaustion in her gaze showed her age and experience.