Sea Lion Shores wow, sarcasm! that’s original!

Sif's tail wagged a little bit harder in sympathy at each new name that passed Eirlys's maw. She was speaking too quickly for the dark girl to catch most of her words, but that was okay. She heard enough, and it was staggering how many loved ones the other had lost. It reminded Sif of her own childhood, except she could not remember the names of the ones she missed - she could hardly recall their faces.

"No blood," she responded, "but pack. Hussban." She forgot what sister-wives were called, and so, left them out of the equation. Poet was part of the pack either way. "My name is Sif," she added, floudering for a moment before remembering, "What your name?"