Sounds like a good time to me

The stranger was certainly an odd one and Memento Mori couldn’t help but chuckle at their antics. Even their little friend, who she could only assume had the intelligence of a companion, had nearly fallen off, comically hanging there for a moment before he regained his footing and returned to the top of the wolf’s head. They were a pair, weren’t they? Meme had to hold back a chuckle, not wanting to seem rude to the stranger or their companion.

They were smaller than her, but Memento Mori was used to that. She had been blessed with larger height, thankfully. But being larger did not mean more powerful, as she had come to learn. The other was quick to comment on Meme being bigger and the wolfess grinned a bit. “You’re not really used to going around Boreas or Auster yet, are you?” Her question wasn’t unkindly spoken but hinted at what the stranger should expect.

“My own parents were even larger than I was. I never met my dad to confirm, but apparently, he was a bit bigger than even my mom, and she was huge.” She tilted her head to the side, noticing how their eyes wandered. Following their gaze Meme took notice of the cream-colored stones. “Oh, those are pretty. Do you collect them?” She asked, her tail wagging a little behind her. It felt nice to have a conversation with another. The boys were great but sometimes a little variety in interactions didn’t hurt, right?