Bramblepoint give me that vertigo

Genie smiled shyly. "Yeah, I guess. Not quite sure what my parents were thinking about when they named me, though," she said with a laugh, amber eyes lighting up in amusement. Honestly though, the chocolate furred fae had absolutely no clue whatsoever why she was named Genie — perhaps her parents had met a Genie in a bottle who told them that if they wanted to have three wishes, their child should be named after them. She didn't know, and although she did want to know, she had a bad feeling that the truth was probably not something she wanted to know.

"Mouse?" Genie's eyes twinkled, then she lifted a shoulder in a shrug. "I'll call you Remi and, or, Mouse, depending on how I feel. So..are you from a pack, Remi?" she tilted her head, regarding him with bright curious eyes. She wasn't, and she didn't think the other male was, but she wanted to talk to him for just a bit longer before she continued on her mindless journey through the Wilds, and well, she wasn't the best at striking up conversation but she was trying.