Dragoncrest Cliffs but she got legs up on the dash

He repeated her name. It didn't seem to be a question, but she didn't want to disappoint him, either! "Yep!" she replied with another wag of her tail, her body wiggling in desperately friendly way that dogs sometimes have when they know they have been Very Bad. Kasatka, in turn, felt terrible to have startled him enough for him to react that way.

His next questions, however, caused her ears to fall back in embarrassment. She didn't know anything about this pack, but what could possibly be wrong with it? With her limited worldview, she couldn't imagine packs being any different from Morningside or Round Valley. "Um - no," she admitted, her voice sheepish, "but maybe you could tell me?" she suggested, her voice growing a bit higher as she dared to request such a thing from the male.

Her eyes widened a bit at his lengthy name, and then a fraction wider at his invitation to call him "whatever". It seemed like an awful lot of pressure for having just met him, so she decided to forgo it entirely, for the moment. "My name's Kasatka, actually," she shared, feeling a bit of kinship with the man. "But that's too long, I guess, so my family always calls me Kitten."