Dawnlark Plains I gotta pocketful, pocketful of sunshine

the woman had a tendency to ramble but the man did not mind, for it meant that he had time to gather his thoughts before he responded to her.  she always gave him openings to speak eventually, so it did not bother him to have such a barrage of questions at once. 

nan'uk, he says, gesturing at himself.  his flews quirk up in a grin — so the woman was betrothed!  yes indeed, wonderful news.  and easier that way for him.  he is... good man?  you happy?  he offered an affable tail wag, happy although he did not know her.

dakini, he repeats, and then nods.  good name.  talk.. just enough.