take it on the other side

The steady hum of the dark wolf's voice, although he did not talk much at all, was enough reassurance to Muses that she did not dance away immediately. Her curiosity showed in the twitch of her ears as she glanced downward at the male's slowly flexing and contracting paw. In the way his digits seemed to pulse, she was reminded of the vibrations of voices. Wordlessly, she nodded once, clearly at a loss. A spectator might have thought her dumbstruck, which was not far off, for she struggled to process his appearance and his words. His title made him sound noble, an individual who belonged somewhere important to state. The exchanging of names was not new to Muses, for she had dozens of siblings and relatives, all intertwined, but she noticed that she had no word or name to describe who her family was, and where she was from.

"My name is..." Her voice trailed off as she began to feel a sense of anguish creep up on her. Pale eyes turning glassy for a moment, she blinked hard against the stinging sensation of tears welling in her eyes, turning her head away although she saw that Lament was still pre-occupied with the fish. "My name is Muses." It was not a name, but a responsibility, a burden alone for her to bear. The memory of eleven sisters lived on within her, and through her actions, she would do what they no longer could. She had shed her given name in her grief, thinking it better to lay it to rest alongside the others.

"Perhaps we could fish together then. Between the two of us, we might come up with something." She suggested timidly, watching the fish dart away from the obsidian wolf as he struck out. Part of her wanted to be able to observe the stranger, for it appeared he knew what he was doing, despite a lack of success. The other part craved socialization, regardless of her companion's appearance. "This is quite unlike the fishing I've done before, but I hope that in time, I'll figure it out." She spoke softly, worriedly, a pink tongue slipping out to caress her chops.