Totoka River krebs cycle

dude don't worry!

The sudden display of affection was not offputting to Starbuck, who always loved the attention. She leaned into Seelie as she brushed against her, and then looped to push her nose into the silky fur of Coelacanth's neck. The wolfdog was so unlike any other wolf Starbuck knew, and so she was quite keen on fostering a friendship with her. 

I would love to know your true name, but I never will, will I? she sighed, her heart aching in sympathy. To have a true name, a gift from mother to daughter, and yet never to share it! But the wolfdog seemed to be well adjusted, if her body language was something to go by. Maybe she was done with her mourning, and only sought to live. If it is amenable to you, I could call you Lucienne? she offered. It was a pretty name, and she thought it fit the exotic wolfdog.

When Coelacanth gestured off, Starbuck smiled. What is that way? she asked. Will you show me? She was trying to be careful with how she spoke, making an attempt to avoid being patronizing. When Seelie began to move, Starbuck would follow, burning with curiosity about this strange, lovely creature.