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Oh, right. That little detail. Brou doesn't find her own or her mother's names all that new or interesting, so it makes sense for them to get, ehm, overlooked sometimes. But she supposes it makes sense enough that Valdemar here might like to have them onhand, particularly when he's about to meet THE LEADER and all.

Brou spins neatly in place. I'm Brouhaha! And m'mom is Arbiter. Just as quickly she spins back about once more, swiftly bounding another several strides ahead for good measure. Val's speed is rather more measured and sedate; he's not strolling but her impatient heart is not entirely satisfied with the calmness of his gait nonetheless. Brou swivels back and makes sure Valdemar is following her in the right direction among the arrayed arboreal sentinels, and then, having taken in the affable grin his maw continues to bear, sets her feet back in motion to dart quickly around behind him. She reaches out daring jaws of her own to offer his caudal appendange a quick nip and tug. And watch yer tail, too, Boofer! If it don't stay down my Mom might bite it off to match yer ears there—hehehe! Then she speeds back off to again head up the onward march toward home without waiting to catch his reply. ...If she'd really felt daring, she might have lept up and given those prodigious flews of his a tug, but all appearances to the contrary Brou does have a small inkling of propriety within her once in a while, and doesn't feel quite comfortable and familiar enough with this guy to pull a stunt like that. Yet. ...But there is definitely a certain laid-back awesomeness to him that sets her more at ease than with most strangers.