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Aye. I be Mey-low-di. she thought she'd pronounce it slightly, letting her words hang on each syllable. It was a pretty name, and the only part of Gran she had left. That and to the Alfess, it was just fun to say. I be near Eai-puk, eh- she huffed as the woman happened upon her worst enemy yet again. Names. The name of others in this land were hard to say, and she could barely get the names of her own children straight half the time. It...teen...ie? Her voice went higher in question.

Her large head tilted, knowing as soon as the name left her tongue, it had slaughtered the dear wolfling's name. Aye, Con't 'alp it, me tongue go'a vengience against names. 

She apologized.