Just a little something

"I'm sorry."

She felt the awkwardness leave her, confusion remaining along with annoyance. At herself. Wolves gave each other gifts all the time, surely? She was just the odd duckling out. She scrunched her face at the bird before leaning down to let it out. Seemed like a big deal to her, maybe, to give another living being a... living being. Strange almost. The peregrine falcon hopped out, having been trained by the infamous trader.

"It's... a wonderful gift, thank you" she said, attention returning to Basilisk. She stepped forward, and if allowed, she planted a wet nose against his own before stepping back. "I don't mean to sound indifferent to it" she added with a fluster "I seriously haven't ever gotten anything from anyone. I meant that." The falcon squawked once, and her oceanic gaze dropped.

Oh. Maybe a name? She bowed her head before lifting it. "Euryale." She wanted something close to Basilisk, to remind her that he had gifted her this bird.

"Speech"