Fishblight Mire Blot Out the Moon, Pull Down the Stars

"I'm Journey," said the shewolf, both in answer and correction. This seemed like a very good joke to her, so she waited a moment to see if the other would be impressed by the sharpness of her wit. Get it? Journey, instead of excitable? she thought but did not say, instead carrying on to observe the usual niceties. "And also pleased to make your acquaintance. How do you do?" she recited, sounding very polite and adult as she did so.

Thank goodness that was out of the way. Journey had already decided that the other wolf was a friendly sort, and so, all proper caution had been thrown to the wind. She was trotting quickly forward with a spring in her step, apparently intent on viewing the male from all angles.

"Are you fishing?" she asked him, despite obvious evidence suggesting he'd just finished. "What's your name?"