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Nyamh stared unabashed at the thing before her, and at his words, she could not stop herself from laughing. "Aye? Well ye should quit while yer ahead. Bu' I mean' - yer no wolf." She squinted at him, as if to see him better. He was a canine of sorts by scent, but by sight... She didn't quite know what to call his locs. But, another wolf joined, asking if there were any problems. Nyamh just shrugged, telling her, "Aye there's a problem. He woke me up far too early." But, her tone was amused, and she took a few steps closer, to scent at the "bard" if he would allow her.

She'd been about to comment on his god-awful stench when yet another wolf joined them - but he came with bad news. They were trespassing. At least he didn't look mad. Groaning, Nyamh stated loudly, "Oi - I jus' slept here. Didn' eat nothin'." She had played with - and likely traumatized - a few crabs, but he didn't need to know about that.