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Saor wasn't the most socially gifted wolf, that much was clear.  But being female, she had a woman's knack for being more in tune with the subtler parts of conversations that went unspoken.  The sudden stillness of the young wolf's tail made her question if she had said something inappropriate.  She was confused for the space of a few breaths before she realized her gaffe.  Although the stubborn asshat side of her wondered what he expected with a name like that, the softer side of her immediately felt bad.  She really needed to learn to think before she spoke.

She took a breath and opened her mouth to speak an apology, but was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Dirge.  He materialized out of the bushes like mist, bringing with him a comment that was hardly more appropriate than the one she'd made.  She suppressed a smile -- Dirge had always been rougher around the edges than even she was -- and shot him a look of gentle admonishment.  Sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws, she remained quiet and allowed her brother to make his own introduction.