Wheeling Gull Isle You asking me to stay

I'd like to keep going for a trade thread if it's not too much trouble!

Phex tilted her head slightly. She'd never really met a wolf who seemed fully grown and a similar size to herself. She often had to look up at everyone. Especially Laroche and Cry. They were on stilts compared to her.

She grinned, joyful she'd been met well. "Likewise," she offered in response. She meant it, assured that if this pack ever needed help, Sahdewood Keep would offer assistance. Her ears cupped, listening intently to the woman and the string of names and what seemed to be titles attached to them. They seemed very important. "Coelacanth is a unique name," indeed, she'd never heard one of the like, "Does it hail from the common tongue? What does it mean? Of course, if you don't mind me asking." Phex smiled softer, almost sheepishly at her curiosity. The woman didn't speak very loud, she seemed delicate.
It was a wonder she lived in such a place Phex knew could be harsh. Perhaps she was a siren, she'd heard of them. Except without the death part.
Yet wasn't that what deception was for?