Tuktu Weir unusual and unraveled

"Rare?" She said, wishing to reconfirm his words. Though day was still afoot, if she desired to see the so-called toothy beavers, Miriam would need to wait for quite a few hours. She was a bit willling to do so, as her time was not spent anywhere else, nor' needed at the moment, "Quite a bit of time before then." She said, her white eyes craning to the bright sky, before looking back to his baby blues.

"It is nice to meet you, Jasper." He too had a rather long-ish name, as there has been a few wolves which did not harbor a middle, nor a last name such as themselves. Did it vary from wolf to wolf? Was it a culture issue, some did, some did not? The sheltered Miriam was far too curious, but not enough wolves she has seen to answer the various of questions, despite a rather unknowingly curious look she held back on asking.

"I am not. I am.. A bit new here," she couldn't say totally new, for Miriam came back, left, and continued the cycle for around, three times, she supposes? "Are you?" She assumed he was familiar with the area, knowing of knowledge she had no aware of. The lilac wolf was thankful for the information, and was interested to where he had come from. She did bare interactions with the Packs in the neighborhood, meeting one- which she had embarassingly ran away from in the end. If they were still around, she had desired to apologize- for the little lady grown just a bit since then.