Swiftcurrent Creek hurray for the riff raff

Her way of talking might've been humorous to a wolf more inclined to humor, but he didn't think much of it besides the fact that he had to concentrate a little harder on a few of her words to understand. He sat down before the freshly introduced Crossbones, swiping his tongue across his jaws once more before slowly deciding to answer her. He had rolled his eyes away from her at her given nickname of him, but it was more out of not wishing to stare so intently at her than actual irritation.

"As accurate as that is," he rumbled, voice still raspy although he'd had plenty of conversational opportunity within the confines of the Creek (perhaps this was simply the way he sounded); "my real name is Haunter." He was gradual to talk, so she might've said plenty of other things before he finally said: "but Ol' One Ear works just as well."

It was difficult to tell why, but perhaps because she was young, Haunter was actually accommodating her jocosity.