Totoka River dancing with the waves

Her formality takes the large man by surprise. It makes him feel he is being too casual, and so he returns the gesture with a graceful dip of his own head. "Mirabelle," Étoille repeats. Something about her is striking to him: she's a character of sorts. Like royalty, perhaps. He hums, thinking over her words as he looks back at the shore. "Oui, along those lines," the man agrees. "Once I was told a story of wolves that traveled the sea," he says, a touch absently. "A fable, that is. The details I forget." 

He's echoing the conversation he had with Maera, he realises with a touch of embarrassment. Quickly to change the subject, the beast adds, "is your Éireann far from here?"