The Sentinels Sweep the Streets I Used to Own

Aye, she nodded her head in response to Meph's question, deciding to give her the story in case she hadn't been around to hear it from the leader or anyone else - not that she even knew many wolves here. I asked 'im ta spar wi'h me, ta see 'ow strong 'e is. Flirtin' an' all that be one thing, ya know - a la'y gotta know 'er man can protec' a li'er. Turns o't I'm not as strong as 'im... yet, she chuckled, adding the last word, as she planned on getting strong enough to put a scar that'd remind anyone not to mess with her man if they dare tried twice. But 'e went outta his way to keep me comp'ny while I healed, huntin' fer me an' everythin'. I fell fer him pre'y quick. At that, a tiny sigh escaped her. 

Meylodi followed Meph in a silent grace, before deciding to ruin it. She hated silence unless it was mandatory, say, for hunting. I'd like ta know where I'm gonna be stayin' fer a while. Huntin' can come la'er. 

I'd like that, yes!