Haunted Wood nobody saw it comin' but the little red devil in me

Her drinking done, Ivy lifted her head and greeted her packmate with a tilted head.  Hey, she murmured, her light green eyes focusing intently on his face.  She knew by smell that he was from Redhawk Caldera, but hell if she'd be able to pull his name out of thin air.  The petite girl cleared her throat and stepped back until both front paws were firmly on dry land again, mostly using the movement to stall for time.

But those few seconds didn't cause her ivory-pelted companion's name to fall from the sky.  She frowned again and had the good grace to look at the ground.  I.. I don't know your name, I'm sorry.  Ivy's admission was quiet, almost embarassed.  Normally the headstrong girl wouldn't give a damn that she didn't know someone's name.  Maybe she was just tired.  It was awfully late..