Firefly Glen eyes closed

The male seemed uncomfortable, as expected. How else would one act in the presence of one superior, as a coyote? She was sympathetic to this one's uncomfortableness, and spared him another glance. Perhaps this one would make conversation? She could try. "Your name?" she asked, simply. Better to start with simple word, the ones she had come to learn. She hated, however, the accent that clung to her words like a heavy perfumed veil. She would struggle for many months, but would never rid herself completely of the accent.