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Bonjour. She'd never really been addressed in another language before, and likely gave Mireille a surprised blink before she processed what was being said, but smiled when realization hit her. The wolves of Sapphique tended to have accents, she'd noticed, but she hadn't realized that they could speak an entirely different language. Now that she realized it, it made a lot of sense. She had to wonder how neat that would be- to be able to communicate with packmates in a language that perhaps few others understood. Would Ancelin come home, speaking with this tongue?

She had to wonder how many children Mireille thought she was going to have- but decided not to ask. "Like, really thoon?" She asked. After all, she looked about as pregnant as Meylodi had looked, and Avicus as well, when they had given birth. The answer was fairly obvious, then, so she offered Mireille a wink and a smile. "Betcha they'll be thome cute," She said. 

Curiously, she noticed that the fireflies seemed relatively at ease around the expecting mother. She glanced about herself for a moment, noticing then that the insects seemed more keen on giving her a bit of space. Likely for the best- she wanted to catch one and see how long it would glow for after it was caught, but refrained from doing so while in polite company. 

"Yeah, I been good. Doin' a lot of patrollin' an' thuch." She said. "How'th Anthuhlin been doin' over at Thapphique? Behavin' himthelf, yeah?" She asked with a grin.