Raven's Watch I swear to God my luck can't be worse

The male heeded her words, which always won points, in Moorhen's books. She gave a few more perfunctory wags of her tail as he neared, dropping his kill nearby in a way that Moorhen wasn't sure about. Was it another gift? She'd been receiving an awful lot of gifts, lately. For now, she decided to leave it.

"Yes - I im Moorhen. Akhlut. Protector," she replied. "And you are... sønn? erfingi? from Morningside?" Damn! What was his name? She felt as though she really ought to know it by now, but those Morningside names always messed her up. They were always words instead of sounds, and it confused her to no end.