doo we pronounce namoo same as shamu?

Privately, Kuroo was enjoying his time with Nami. Having another wolf around that enjoyed fishing in the bay as much as he did was splendid. Wonderful, really. Truly no words to describe how happy it made him to not bore something to death with his fascination. Plus, spending the evenings with her on the beach, watching sunsets was pretty nice too. In a... he didn't really have a name or a word for it. Something about being beside her, munching on some fresh fish, enjoying a cool evening made his belly stir. Stir in a way he hadn't felt before.

Openly though, he tried to make sure Nami felt included, as if she belonged. Even if he was the only one making the effort, he hoped it was enough. So when he surprisingly saw the night sky light up bright with the aurora borealis, he invited Nami out to Swallet Ring. Without the bamboo and palms to obscure the sky, it would be an even better sight out in the open. In case Nami got hungry, Kuroo carried over his back a bundled up pelt, a refreshment, and snacks. There was clearly a bounce in his step as he led her out to the farther edge of the sand bars that made up the ring.

"How's this spot?" Kuroo turns to look at Nami, a bright smile on his face and his tail wagging happily as he stops on a sand bar wide enough for both of them to fit.

"Speech"