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─────── "Fig..." It's murmured a plenty before it's fossilized on both tongue and memory, in case the two were to ever cross paths again. She'll be able to call out his name, show her thanks to him in the way of remembrance. "Pretty name." Although, she supposes it's unexpected for a wolf like him. She thinks it fits someone dainty, or earthly. Perhaps she's grown too used to her own name, her mother was far too interested in codes to crack. Believed she'll end the same as her namesake, and maybe she has.

The fawn-furred canine was far too invested with his movements and words to notice the cautious gaze upon Reign, becoming blind to the exchange in attempt to explain what sheep were. This was the blind leading the blind, it seemed. But it was nice to not be alone in the lack of knowledge, and she's nearly asking if he just wants to join her and Reign. It's too soon. They just met. And really, they have no destination other than find somewhere that feels like home.

"Well, they've got big horns. But not like an elk's horn. Thick white pelts too." Her words echo the stranger's from a distant memory, some poor dog who never got the chance the Ellansis got. She hopes this will be enough, keep their memory alive and fulfill their only request of the girl.

Fig's invitation is clear, and all Ellansis does is spare a glance towards Reign, confirming their existence, before joining him. It's sweet, she thinks. Just something nice and it brings forth a shaky grin. Her distance is assured, parroting his actions and shrinking her own being. Far too aware of her own body to fully relax, and she's sure he wants his space.

"We can see them together then. Reign's probably already seen them." Ellansis is sure Reign has seen everything, felt everything. But atleast Fig can share the experience with her.