Stavanger Bay i have an instinct that can never be reversed

Qilaq can't help the smile that comes to her features, a short flash of her teeth in a grin, and her tail thumps a few times on the ground. She makes another effort to get a little closer, inch by inch. Later, she will practice saying his name in the comfort of her own time but she knows she'll lose the source for confirmation. It's the best she has to offer herself and she quickly tucks the decision away when he says something else. A question, based on the tone, and her ears cup forward with a strained look on her face.

"Qilaq," she says and her teeth snap together in thought. What if he has the same trouble with her name as she did with his? Her ears swivel upon her head and she army crawls a few more inches so that she can say it a little louder, a little slower. "Key. Lack." Her voice barely above a whisper.