Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

This guy was super polite- something she wasn't quite used to, living with the Redhawks. Sure they had manners- but sarcasm and humour often seemed to take prevalence over formality with her packmates, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It simply meant that she fit in with them better- she'd have to check herself continuously if the pack was full of wolves as formal as Kodlak- but that was probably just part of growing up and treating strangers with respect...Two things Niamh had yet to do and master. She was slightly alarmed when he asked for her name- hadn't she told him already? When she thought about it for half a second, she realized she hadn't. It wasn't something out of the ordinary for her to talk away at a stranger without introducing herself, but this time she felt a bit embarassed. 

"Sorry," She said, giving him an apologetic smile. She drew herself up, then, front feet together and legs straight, and bowed her head to him, ears slicked back. "I'm Niamh DeMonte-Argyle, and I belong to the Redhawks pack." She said. She lifted her head and flicked her ears forward, giving him a friendly, winning smile. "It's nice to meet you...?" She said, trailing off when she realized she didn't exactly know who he was, either, other than the fact that he was from some really interesting, snowy place far, far away.