Felicitations

Of course, Mnemosyne would hear the call - she was always out and about, doing something or other that would probably cause trouble for herself or her pack mates. In the moments before she heard the hoarse howling she'd been digging deep holes in the marshy earth of the estuary, she liked to watch the worms and the insects wriggle and scramble away from her paws. Now, donning a fresh coat of rich, dark mud along her body, she trotted towards the source of the call.

Upon arrival the girl took care to straighten out her slouch and make herself seem important. She sat down at the border, eyeing the stranger carefully and quietly for a long while, before breaking the silence with a voice that was booming and trying to sound authorizing - Mneme was attempting to sound like her aunt Phoebe, "Greetin's traveler, have you come seekin' shelter?" The pup almost giggled at her word choice - who actually talked like that?!