Emberwood clear skies

I'm delighted to meet you, Grezig. You can call me Donoma. the female replied with a single wag, unphased by her weary temperament.

How long have you been traveling with the band? Donoma asked, lowering her pale chin to rest comfortably against the tops of her forelegs. She studied the bitch curiously — it'd taken more confidence than she'd like to admit to initiate the conversation, and she was determined not to let her efforts slip away.