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At the sound of the other's voice, Moorhen found herself relaxing, somewhat. Some wolves were very difficult for her to understand. Accents threw her off quite badly, as did slurring or strange speech patterns. But she understood Miriam perfectly, even if she couldn't quite pronounce the name, at first. Miram, she repeated - or tried to - and then, Mirrem. Miriim.

None of it sounded quite right, and her ears fell back in deep embarrassment. Nice to meet you, she echoed shyly. She had that one down pat, at least. Come from far? she asked, wondering if all wolves looked quite so different where Miriam came from, or if she was simply a diamond in the rough.