Swiftcurrent Creek Gladfly Suite

It was difficult to learn names. Nouns were one thing, those never changed. Vys understood a couple of key words fine, but names were always so... well, personal. They were completely new every time. She had never met two wolves with the same name. Likely because she hadn't met many wolves until recently. 

As she continued to relax on the ground, the loner strained her ears forward, as if they might work at any second. Vystra lifted her head to closer herself to him, furrowing her brow as the man spoke what she assumed was his name. At least, that was what "Wigan" did after she introduced himself to him. First, she mouthed the syllables along with him, then she tried it out with voice. "Agavir." Unfortunately 'k's looked much like 'g's to her, and for whatever reason she always assumed every word had a 'g', not a 'k'.

But he wasn't finished. The raven cloaked male spoke again, this time she admittedly had no idea what he was saying or referencing to. Swifgurrent Creeg? Still, the female nodded in understanding as she eagerly pressed her forehead into his, her paws wiggling excitedly in the air, ready to carry her to wherever 'Agavir' was going.