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This boop totally has an accent/language kink.

Between the accent and the strange term (piti-dife? she repeated in her head), Wildfire couldn't help but be reminded of that pirate fellow who had abruptly drowned. Although that encounter had ended in tragedy, she distinctly remembered how he had given her a nickname (wench) and spoken so colorfully. Despite his sex, she found herself calming a little in Renoir's presence. It was strange to be soothed by something as simple as articulation, yet Wildfire didn't question it.

"It is," she agreed, giving their surroundings another cursory glance before her snout drifted back in his direction. "So you're a traveler too?" Right at this very moment, the label didn't quite fit. She was more like an exile. But Wildfire heard Peregrine's voice in the back of her head again and recollected the handful of times when she had considered a more carefree, nomadic lifestyle. She had lost Floki and Moonspear, so what was there to hold her back now...?