Porcupine Ridge I'm not going without you, and you're not going alone

I meant moar so like, what we call ourselves in da pack like. Whatcha call 'em? Rankin's? she finally got in, though her tone was quiet. 

She turned to the younger she-wolf of the three. Pali didn't smell like any wolf she'd scented, but the lady was wolf enough for herself. Meyl greeted her with a friendly wag of her tail. 

Aye - Thundar Dume? Sounds real cool, dontcha think, gra?