Permafrost Hollows she names conquerors, and the servile regimes they birthed

Never one to be fearless, her hesitation is quickly swiped away when he speaks to her. His voice is soft and friendly and he looks kinda need too—she likes his eyes—and a smile forms wide upon her features. Large ears start to rise the more he speaks. The tip of her tail swishes back and forth. He speaks the common tongue, something she’s not as strong in, but she understands the gist of what he’s saying. Maybe he knows the other words too! She doesn’t even notice the strange word he tacks on.
 
“Tezca!” she chirps when he offers a not-so-complicated version. She eases into a relaxed posture, ears cupped eagerly forward and she takes a step forward.
 
Oh right, her name!
 
“Curri!” she tells him with a smile—“-tuck. Currituck.” The girl licks her lips and looks up to the stranger. “You from home?”