Silvertip Mountain the serpent's words i remember well

Álainn was glad that Dirge basically slightly agreed with what she was saying, and she could notice a faint smile plastered onto his face. Maybe I can talk to him? Álainn thought, and she had a feeling doing so wouldn't hurt. Anyone she came across and wanted to socialize with, she wanted to talk to, and maybe did talk to. Friendliness and kindness ran in Álainn's blood, and she knew it wouldn't be a bad idea to talk to another wolf.

"What's your name? I'm Álainn." She had asked. When Álainn had said her own name, it sounded pretty, and nice on the tongue. It had an Irish vibe to it along with an Irish meaning, and it meant "lovely", and Álainn was lovely. A golden treasure that maybe many others would want for themselves. Of course Álainn had no desire to be "claimed", but if she ever was, she'd accept that.