Chimera Fields We're on our way

Tell me when ya've buil' it- Meyl yawned, bending down to the pond for another drink, less hesitant to catch another fish. 

She had been walking for days with little sleep. Void had insisted they make substantial progress, though he always stopped and found her food when she asked. Her eyes wandered to him for a moment, the stare of a young wolf in love... or one in over her head dancing in her golden gaze. 

Gran would've liked him, she thought, nodding once. That old woman would've fought him relentlessly, making sure he was as tough as her granpup was. He would've fit right in with her family. She guessed... this was her family now. He was. Their pups, whomever they would be. 

And now the tiny pack was of three, not two, if she'd heard the two discuss properly. The dark mother's head turned back to the dust-colored woman in curiosity, trying to get her tongue to get the wolf's name right.

Mar'n? Nah - Mar? she growled lowly, turning her head away as to not offend her with her voice. C'mon, ye ol' tongue - an féidir leat riamh ainm mac tíre a fhoghlaim i gceart?!

Can you never learn a wolf's name correctly?!