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Emris let out a soft huff, somewhere between a chuckle and acknowledgment, her lips curling faintly as his tail thumped against the rock. “A name, huh?” she drawled, a laugh upon her breath. “Well, guess y’ picked a good place to start. Out here, no one’s gonna hand it to ya.”

She watched as he made quick work of the gull. The crunch of bones beneath his teeth was a sound she was well used to.

When he spoke again, her ears flicked forward, catching his name.

Nox. Short, simple. Fitting.

She tilted her head, her lilac eyes meeting his.

“Ma called me Emris.” she offered with a swish of her own tail, tipping her head to the lanky seawolf. “I’m curious to see what y’ make of yours.”