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*Wren I* · 06-17-2022, 07:00 AM

Wolves who gave their surnames were proud of their family name. Wren glanced at the young woman but did not respond right away. She always felt it was ego to give one's surname when introducing each other. Like you were supposed to know them. She may be in Armada, but if the woman thought or assumed she'd know who the Kleins were... She was mistaken. Nobody had even told her. Still, it was a big bonus that they spoke to Wren and not someone else. Someone dangerous. She was not dangerous.

Not unless provoked. "Wren" she replied "water is like anything else. Can be dangerous if not respected and understood" Especially the ocean "but I can swim strongly. So I'm not worried." She shrugged, reminded unhappily of her days spent at the edge of her former pack's cove. Wren looked down at the tickling toes before backing up, shifting her body to face the other woman. Outside of the black-white coat that some others sprouted, Wren knew she didn't know Voodoo before now. No matter. That's where introductions and small talk came into play. Too bad she sucked at the latter.

"she speaks"

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