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The woman speaks in the same thick accent as Siarut, though it's little surprise. She nods at the question, immediately recognizing the name she provides— this is Siarut's second, then. Myrren, She offers, briefly wondering if this is her name now; she hasn't spoken her true name aloud in so long, perhaps it's no longer a name of hers at all. The wolves of IkKanattuk will only know her as Myrren, and she can't decide if she likes that or not. I met Siarut while your group was traveling.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Takiyok, She tells her, offering a half-smile. That the Malġuk doesn't seem exactly pleased with their meeting is not lost on her, but the yearling hardly expected to be welcomed with open arms, in the same way she expects nothing to be easy. After a beat, she can't help but add: This is a beautiful claim. I've seen many lands, but this is among the most enchanting.