Whitefish River hey there, lets get away

she likes this man! he seems to extend a general feeling of security; his size helps with that. when he offers the names of all that live her, her eyes widen a fraction. that's most definitely more than six people, the biggest her foster family grew, and certainly more names than she can remember. some stick out - she likes the sound of Chai, and Speedy, and Dulce - but the rest fade into a jumble she tries her hardest to pick apart. 

she sits back on her haunches, darting down her muzzle to pick a little black water-beetle off her forelimb. she considers crunching it between her teeth, but drops it. "was it lonely?" she blurts. "well, um, Dulce said you were d' leader, so you had t' be the very first one here, right?" the way she says it, he must have spent however long here before others slowly started to join him. she assumes the last joiners are the lowest ranked; it was always apparent she was at the bottom of the pecking order in her foster family, which was surely because she was last to join the family which had been, in truth, already complete.