Big Salmon Lake Is your tongue tied up?

Ocellus followed obediently the two boys, moving with a steady pace towards the mountain they spoke so highly of. It was then that she heard the call from another, one she assumed to be one of the Moonspear wolves. It was with the boys she stayed, stance a neutral and casual one as a shadow of a woman approached them. Little, if anything, had to be said for Ocellus to understand this was one of their leaders and she adjusted her posture accordingly; a tail thumping softly against the insides of her hind legs and head lowered in respect.

She nodded at Gannet's introducing words. I'm Ocellus "you'betcha". A simple and weary traveler with little past to speak of. Nice to meet you. She greeted, as chipper as she had been with the boys.