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Tiki moved forward with her sister, but she hung back a little when Treepie sniffed the wolfdog thing. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable and it made her uncomfortable. So she simply hung back. Though she did offer a small smile. 

You can call me Tiki. She hadn't spoken in so long. Her words felt a little odd. Hoarse and funny on her tongue. She tilted an ear. And stepped back a step or two. And curled her tail around her leg. What else was she supposed to say? What did a dog do? Was it like a wolf? Could it take care of itself?