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Nella fidgited uncertainly as each wolf intorduced themselves. Then it was her turn. Being the daughter of a famous baird, she was no stranger to gatherings. but it had been two years since she was with this many wolves. She brushed a stand of hair out of her eyes, and smiled. In a quiet voice, but one that carried well, she spoke. "My name's Nella Fantasia. I come from Ireland."

Not that her accent didn;t give that away the moment she spoke. Sweet and lilting, the lands of Eire had never left her voice, and never would.


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