Sequoia Coast i'm not like them, but i can pretend.

flawless, thought rannveig with a barely concealed grin, as velen effortlessly picked up his tongue-in-cheek remarks. the little she-wolf seemed surprised -- no, astounded -- to have two such winsome wolves before her. rannveig was used to a certain awe, but all the same couldn't help the tickled expression that playfully brightened his muzzle.

velen's suggestion for a hunt was met favorably; rannveig could always eat. as he made to prowl off along the beach, he mused after the she-wolf's introduction. "da0lia - that's pretty." he considered the name, the woman, and her title for a moment before blurting. "dalia, since i'm the sexy one and he's the smart one, you can be the glamorous one. unless you'd like to be the stunning one, but i think lilia would contest."