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Niamh chuckled darkly at his comment, and reached back to nip at one of his ears, pausing for a moment, unable to stop herself from seizing a tantalizing impulse and breathed warm, teasing words into his ear. ”I wouldn’t think someone like you would need much direction,” She purred silkily. She let that resonate with him for a moment, before she paused to consider what she wanted to know, grooming the fur of his shoulder as she did so.

”Tell me...” She began, trying to find something different for him to tell her- but she wasn’t particularly clever or quick, and was very distracted at the moment. ”What you think of me.” She said, and lifted her warm, honeyed gaze to meet his. ”But tell me in your language.” She said, having heard that the wolves of Drageda spoke a different tongue than she. She knew she might not understand what it was he’d be saying- but she wanted to hear it nonetheless.