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She dipped her head quickly at the woman's offer, slightly astounded. Her mother had drilled into them the importance of calling respectable dogs by respectable names, and to this day the girl did not know the name of the aged farm dog next door; she knew him only as Mr. Sir, a title he had seemed fond of. A smile curved her muzzle as Valette asked of her life at Easthollow, speaking sincerely on the topic. "very good, ma- Valette. Everyone has been nice, and I've learned a lot. I think I've gotten pretty good at patrolling, too."  She offered, referring to the times now, in the morning, when she'd stalk around the fringes of the territory in a military type march, peering intently at every suspicious bit of movement and adding her own scent to the others.