Stavanger Bay look in your glass, and there appears a face

the name she gives is strange, but stranger still is the dove atop her back. "he's pretty," she offers, and then, "I like him." her flowery, flowing speech takes her a moment to interpret, having spoken to very few wolves the past fortnight. but she offers the girl a chance at companionship, a simple task, and a way to gauge the woman's trustworthiness. 

she thinks on it a moment, then offers an "ok." her muzzle cants slightly to the left, as if to ask, what now? she's quite an accomplished shell-finder, and yet she hasn't had the chance to it what seems like eons. but, tentatively, she'll follow Aure's lead.