The male seemed happy to meet her, and was quite polite in his greetings. He introduced himself as Magnus Bane, and she was quite interested, since ironically, he was a wolf with the last name Bane, and wolf's Bane was toxic and lethal. Was he aware of this irony? She brought herself back to reality, in time to catch him inquire as to her species. Seemed to be a common question amongst the wolves of these lands. She smiled, shaking her delicate cranium to assure the male that she was not offended by his question. "I am Araceli Iris, since you have so kindly introduced yourself." She began, dipping the front half of her body in a deep bow that nearly kissed her narrow chest to the roots at her feet. No doubt he could see the dark, coarse hairs of her mane from that view point, for the few seconds where she remained in that pose. Standing once more, she settled herself down, her haunches resting on her ground calmly as she fixed her deep violet optics on him. "I am a maned wolf, or Chrysocyon brachyurus." She told him with a soft smile, beating her short ivory tail upon the bark of the roots beneath her. She scanned his face, watching for his reaction. Most were intrigued and wanted to know more, some simply went on to the next topic.
"Speech"
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