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No worries! I think I'll wrap if that's coo'? :)

Clover bounced the request back at her. "Yeah, of course," the Sovereign agreed. She might hold a very stately-sounding title—and she tried to behave like a matriarch—but she certainly wasn't formal when it came to how she was addressed. Heck, some wolves called her Wiffle...

"Now that I'm fed up, think I'm gonna go for a nap. It was nice chatting with you Clo. I'm sure we'll bump into one another again soon. Thanks again for the snack!" She waved her black tail and dipped her head with a smile, then proceeded to the nearest comfy spot for a lie-down.