Swiftcurrent Creek You're here with me, Dr. Death-Defying

Mae Frostfur-Mayfair. They'd spare themselves the embaressment of repeating it aloud, keeping the tongue-twister of a name within their mind.

A rather odd introduction caused brief distraction from their task. Dicks? Going deeper into the heart of her territory, it was too late to worry about how dickish these wolves were. Hiro was left to the mercy of how kind this Mae Mayfair was, and how willing she would be to stick up for him should they attract unsavory company. Not the most comfortable postion to be in.

Either is ok... Their voice trailed off as they nudged the girl away from a particulary jarring rock. I'm not a picky eater.