Whitefish River all I need is to be struck

perhaps a canid with more sense would have considered the offer a little more thoroughly. but as with most things, she was decide on the more exciting of two options - remain a wanderer and grow leaner, or join this woman and her people. she was a social being above all, and so she chirped out an excited "yeah!" she echoed the woman's names in her thoughts, attempting to solidify the idea of the woman's face being called that before it slipped from her mind. "I'm Fern." she offered in turn, and her ears stood straight atop her crown. "can I meet 'em? the people?"