Whitefish River hey there, lets get away

she nods quickly as he hesitates, realizing just how much he towers over her. malnourishment and genetics have made her barely taller than her collie mother, while he's bigger than any canid she's met before. Evergreen accepts the fish easily enough after the rumble of his stomach betrays his hunger, and the grin returns to her muzzle. 

when he asks his question, she can only blink for a moment. but then - "yeah! dulce." expression turns sheepish, and she admits, "I'm not too good at names." she remembers the important ones - seelie, reigi, mur - but some use that is, having not seen them since she lost Undersea. "how many people 'r here? dulce said there were lots."