Whitefish River that's a lot of fish

It seemed the wolf standing before her was rather excitable. And although the woman couldn't quite match such energy, she tried nonetheless to aid in brightening the air. Considering this was the first face she'd seen since arriving back in Teekons, it was well worth the effort.

It appeared no scuffle would occur between the two, so Lenina shifted her posture and simply took a seat.

As for the compliments, well, admittedly they were not expected but still appreciated. She had never been outright called "pretty" before, and although a bit strange, it was nice to hear.

Smile widening, she shook her head in response to the question.

"I can't say I have, though they must be quite beautiful."

There was the slightest moment of hesitation, unsure whether it was a smart move to give her name freely. But the thought was fleeting. "As for my name, it is Lenina."

Unbeknownst to her, another wolf would soon approach, one who she hadn't sensed coming.