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anoré dips her head slightly, both in new-greeting and in acknowledgment. she knew when to show respect. not freely, but with meaning. her war-torn hide was all the proof.
"qupirruarjuit." she echoed, testing the name on her tongue, "strong. mighty." 
then, a low chuckle at the woman’s question—kuin. close enough.
"ah, queen?" she asked, lifting a brow with good-natured amusement, "i think i understand you. no, not kuin." she frowned, "not anymore. wanderer now. looking for new home."
"do you have a home? or—" she gleaned the qupirruarjuit's underbelly, "—start new home?"