There seemed to be a second wind growing strong inside of the Savoy girl. She had found herself in a rut and had neither the motivation or the courage to pull herself out, but with the coming chill and the thought of children running across the caldera, she was breathing new life. There was a steady focus on obtaining her trade, and using the information that Peregrine was offering her to get ahead of the game much faster than she would on her own. It was only the beginning, too, because she had spoken with Fox about forming pack activities and she would need a helping hand to get them off the ground. It would have been a difficult task to shake the confidence that she had built in herself.

Lean legs carried the female across the pack lands with a small swagger to her steps. There was an unfamiliar scent in the air that forced the coywolf female to cant her head to the left, catching sight of a grey-furred wolf she had yet to meet. Entirely lacking in her social skills, Siv let out a yip that filled the silence around them. Immediately recognizing that it was too loud, the girl flattened her lengthy ears to the top of her skull and cast the male an apologetic expression. “Hey there,” she followed with a sheepish expression, sauntering towards him with her narrow muzzle pointed towards the earth. “Looking for a hunting partner?”

Waiting for a few words of disapproval, Siv was surprised when she was greeted by a smile from the grey-furred male. She returned the expression with a quick flash of her teeth and a short nod of her slender muzzle towards the earth. When he spoke, it was to explain that he was simply tracking. However, if they were to cross something that was catch-able, he would not be opposed. The male then introduced himself as Elwood. The Savoy girl bobbed her head and her dark lips curled upwards in a smile. He seemed like an easy-going fella. Definitely the type to fit well inside of the ranks of the caldera pack. Though, Siv was not often quick to judge – she found that the wolves she met within the pack were always suitable additions. It would have been very out of character for Peregrine or Fox to allow someone who wasn’t.

“I’m Siv Savoy,” she introduced in return, flagging her tail eagerly. “Elwood’s a pretty neat name. What’s it mean? Do you know?” she then proceeded to inquire of the grey-pelted male. The coywolf was an inquisitive young thing. The meaning behind names was one of her favored means of learning about others. While some were very fitting when it came to their calling, there were others who did not suit their names as much. Siv knew nothing about Elwood or what it meant, but she was certain that it would be a decent starter for conversation.

Rust-colored ears were drawn forward on her head as the male explained where his name had come from. “Oh, that’s super. So, you gonna carry on the tradition? Name your kid after yourself?” she then asked, fixing him with a wide-eyed curiosity. She thought it peculiar that names were passed down in such a manner, though not a particularly bad idea. It seemed, though, that it was primarily the males who wanted to continue their calling by passing it to their offspring. Sons carried the noble family name while daughters became wives and took the name of someone else. Not Siv, though… she wasn’t about to mess around like that. Her name was a point of pride – one of the only things she truly coveted. When she settled down, she would make it clear that her name was staying.

“Say, maybe I’ll do that. Name my daughter Siv, break the chains of society eh?” she then teased with a short laugh. “Did you get called Junior a lot? I mean, you don’t look like a Junior to me, but I hear a lot of kids get called that when they have the same name as their pops.” He was far too noble in appearance to go by such a nickname.

The question that followed was in reference to her own name. Furrowed brows met his inquiry and she frowned thoughtfully. “Mom never told me what my name meant. Probably something awful like lumpy or bonehead… I caused my ma a lot of trouble when I was younger,” she explained with a fleeting smile. The coywolf girl then began to second-guess her decision to call her child Siv.

Elwood was a good guy. Siv could tell as much by the amount of patience he seemed to have for her incessant chatter. Oftentimes, she was turned away because of her prattling nature, but the grey-furred male seemed to take it in strides. In fact, he was openly engaging in conversation, which made for a much better experience for the young lady. Of course, the coywolf had only just met him, but she already liked the cut of his jib.

Her lengthy ears were held forward as he pondered carrying on his family’s tradition of Elwoods. For some, family was a touchy subject. While the Beta male did not seem at all perturbed at the mention of them, Siv was not one for prying. “Hey, you could switch it up a bit and like… reverse your name for your kid?” she suggested with a lopsided grin. “Doo…wle,” she then attempted to annunciate her brilliant plan, finding that it didn’t sound at all as nice as she had intended. Dark lips curled downwards in a frown and she blinked a few times in hopes of taking it in; wondering if it sounded better over time. “Or not it’s pretty awful…” her blue gaze darted towards him with a sheepish expression imprinted on her face.

The male’s next suggestion was to pass a rule that all children be named after their parents. Her slender muzzle crinkled at the thought and the Savoy woman – almost instantly – burst into giggles. “Oh, man, that’d be swell. Could you imagine the confusion?” And in her mind, all she could see were several tens of pups scuttling about, confused at each beckoning for a Fox or Peregrine. Tuning in again, Siv could not help but to chuckle softly at the idea of the male being called Woody, even once. Though she did not want to offend him, she stifled her laugh as quickly as possible.

“Y’know when you say my name like that, it sounds pretty rad. And alliteration is fly, son,” she exclaimed quickly, a teasing tone in her voice. “Don’t you forget it!” Because she certainly wouldn’t forget the nickname Woody for quite some time.

“Man, I feel a little bad. You came out here to track and now I’ve got you naming pups and demanding pack rules,” Siv then remarked with a toothy grin. To be fair, she was enjoying the man’s company. Elwood was quite the interesting man, and the coywolf found herself charmed by his communication. It wasn’t very often that the girl met someone so willing to indulge in her silliness.