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Driftwood offered a name that Moorhen wasn't entirely familiar with, and that she associated only vaguely with their island home. He was still clearly recalcitrant, but Moorhen didn't know how to fix that, and she supposed his submission was enough. He didn't have to like the stranger. Moorhen wasn't sure she liked the stranger, although her certainly seemed nice enough.

Truthfully, she was tired of both their company. She was not disinterested in getting to know the stranger, but the were both crowding her at a time where she valued her personal space - mostly because Driftwood had caused her spine to prickle with his theatrics. But at the news that Teleklos - she was going to have to practice that on her own before trying it in company - had no place to call home, she decided it would be smarter to stay. Welcome to Undersea, she offered - and although the wording was confusing, her tone probably made it clear that it was an offer, and not a statement of induction. Her focus shifted to Driftwood for a moment, ears pressing forward and eyes narrowing to reassert her sovereignty. If you are nice. Undersea is nice wolf only, she explained, speaking to Teleklos but emphasizing these words for Driftwood's benefit. She was not entirely displeased with his unfriendliness and mistrust, aware that she had often played this role in the shadow of Coelacanth's niceness, but certainly didn't serve her purposes today.