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"I don't know. Maybe." She shrugged. Fairies... what really were fairies? Many wolves, when she met them, seemed to make that connection with her, whether it was a good or a bad thing. It seemed others just had so many different ideas of what 'fairies' looked like. Perhaps her mother, whoever she was, had named her after fairies. Who knew?

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Birk." The silver wolfess glanced at the Caldera, and then focused her attention back on the man. "Err, well, right now I live at Neverwinter Forest, which is... that way." She gestured, but her 'home' wasn't very clear to see. "I.. I'm leaving it soon. I'm just... not meant to be a pack wolf. I'm not very social." She shrugged again, eyes hinting that it was not something she was necessarily proud of. "I don't... I don't trust others easily." Faeryn added, flicking her tail while shifting on her paws.