Moonspear the north remembers

She was a happy and cheerful girl, harboring both a friendly and bold nature, which had her trotting up to him without an ounce of hesitation. The second, she had said, allowing him to know she had been named after another. Arrluk was the only of his name, or so he knew. 

Cici- okay. He spoke her name allowed and his tail waved passively behind him, if she were suggesting that he may become her friend as well. Arrluk liked the name Orca, but he supposed the name she chose was her decision. 

For a moment, he was transfixed on her words- her accent. She spoke a bit different, unique in that manner. A seafarers accent, if only he knew. Arrluk. He says with a sheepish smile when she asked what his friends called him. He hadn't gathered himself a nickname as of yet. How did you get your nickname? He asked curiously. Maybe one day he would have one too. Maybe even Cici could think of one for him. 

As she draws nearer, she begins to sniff about him. He is still as she does, savor the craning of his own neck as he went to work on sniffing her out and all the people of Moonspear on her. Of course not. This is your home, after all. His ears perk up again, eyes turning back to the heights of Moonspear. Just came for a visit, is all. I thought I might say hi to my sister and see my nephews... A sour thought, at that, but he wanted to see them even if it would hurt. We don't have to look for them right away, but perhaps you can give me a tour until then? He suggested with a smile. Maybe he just needed to work up to it slowly.