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Alkyone could not hear the alerting woof of the stranger, so when she stepped in her line of sight she perked up and trembled somewhat backwards. Her head lowered like a fawn would hold it when scared, eyes open wide to see if she could read the other's lips.

Eeeellro... She greeted, voice strangely strained and weird-sounding to anyone but herself. She raised a paw to her chest to point at herself then. Aa... Alkyone. Her name was perhaps the easiest thing for her to say, since she had practiced so many times with her parents.