Misty ducks her head, smile growing. "I never got up that far, but it's got a ring to it. And thank you," she says softly, not used to being told that, if only because she keeps herself away from others so much of the time.

And yet him saying that, it leaves her hugging herself tighter, wanting to hear him say it again. Not to hear it, if only because she rarely does, but to hear it from him. In that accent.

That makes her laugh. "It's a wolf, right? Like a normal wolf?" She's not sure why that would be creepy. At least not to her.