Whitebark Stream it’s alarming honestly how charming she can be, fooling everyone,

Mirabelle was not in on the story of Priscilla and her husband or their combined three neurons, but perhaps it would've gotten a smile out of her if she did.  As it stood, her ears swiveled as she heard someone call out to her (without a hello or anything first, mind you) if she was related.

Ah!  That makes more sense.  I can't really be sure.  I was a slavewoman to a band of northerners before I came here.  My name is Mirabelle.  Who are you?  She offered a warm smile and reclined onto her haunches, listening to the sound of water in the near-distance as she waited for a response.