Wapun Meadow i heard a call in my sleep again

praimfaya thinks she's scared him ...given the small start she watches him make and her ears slick back to rest at half mast against her skull in sheepish apology as she draws nearer; steps ghosting with ingrained caution but an easy sociability. praimfaya always did enjoy meeting new wolves and socializing beyond her close circle. he doesn't chase her off, she notes, instead greeting her with a simple 'hello'. hello, she parrots back, relieved that trigedasleng hadn't slipped out as it was wont to do. the more time she spent in the wilds, the easier it was to remember defer to common.

praimfaya, she offers her own name in return. not this area specifically, no, but from these wilds, yes. i'm well traveled though — not spoken as a boast but rather matter-of-fact. — were you looking for some place specific? she inquires.