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It seemed name at least was something he understood. And if he didn't, the word he chose to say would become it anyway. It sounded enough like a name for her. Her posture thus far had been dominant, but she relaxed now into something more casual--an indication that he too could settle a bit if he'd like. He seemed to be having some trouble holding his pose. That or maybe he was just always wobbly. Just a wobbly little wolf, full of smiles and silly words. She liked him.

"I'm Finley Blackthorn," she said in response. She wasn't entirely sure which name he was seeking, so she offered both options that came to mind with the words name and pack, "This pack is called Firebirds. Are you looking for a home?" She still had the authority to accept wolves into their ranks, or so she assumed. She wouldn't do so without letting @Wraen have the last word, but she saw some value in this odd stranger, even if communicating with him would likely be a challenge. But since when had they ever had a problem with disabled wolves?