Phoenix Maplewood O lei, o lai, o lei, o lord,,

There was a strange smoothness to her speech. It was luxurious. She sounded regal and well-bred. His mother would have liked her. Even the name of the she-wolf was one that rolled off the tongue like a fine wine. Célnes Déorwine, he repeated back to her, testing the syllables as though sampling a fancy treat. Lovely, he confirmed, a genuine smile coming to his lips. He loosened a bit when she asked her question.
I suppose it is, yes, he said, looking above him at the canopy of leaves. He inhaled slowly, checking the smell of the air for signs of other wildlife. Though I haven't joined a pack hunt yet, I know these woods are a favourite for deer, he told her. Taikon frequented the Maplewood, though he of course would never try to catch one of the hoofed creatures on his own.
I haven't been with them long, he explained briefly. Taikon had no desire to go into an origin story of any kind, but figured if he shared pieces of himself with the dark she-wolf, she might yet share something he could trust.