Swiftcurrent Creek yo la tengo

Fox had not given much thought to Sveinn since she had last encountered him. Her world had been rather focused on a certain one-eared individual, which was, oddly enough, spurred into action the last time she recalled having a meaningful conversation with Sveinn. Haunter's presence had stolen the show, which really was a pity, considering Fox had enjoyed Sveinn's company that day. When the chocolate beast heeded her call and she spotted him coming near, her ears perked up, and a smile replaced the blank look that had been there previously.

"Sveinn, right?" she asked. Her memory was fuzzy at best, and she often missed the finer details, such as names. All she really remembered about the other yearling was that he had spoken with a similar tone as Njal. "Where've you been hiding out?" she asked, though her tone was anything but accusatory. "Haven't seen you in a bit." While she awaited his answer, she looked him over, reminded that he did have a rather pleasing appearance. The girl was by no means betrothed to anybody, and she was as fickle as a candle on a windy evening.