Ankyra Sound I ain't ever had a type, having a type takes two

Skookumchuck didn't have any comments on the normalcy of her name, leading Wylla to believe he just came from some locotown of wolves with strange ones. Hers wasn't the most common of names and her siblings were even less fortunate—Lycaon, in particular—but at least it wasn't ten syllables long or whatever his full name was.

Ciao, she noncommittally replied, offering neither aid for his bothered molars nor the promise of her future company. She would likely never see him again, with how vast she thought the wilds were, so what did it matter? He was strange and she currently wasn't feeling all that sociable.

She remained in the forest long after Skookumchuck departed, leaving only when night had fallen.