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A grin curled upon her ivory hued maw as the other canine spoke, eyes glimmering merrily in what light there was shining about. "Thank you," she said in a voice just above a whisper, floppy ears pulling upwards in a happy pose. Clutching the flute in her hand, she glanced about, retreating her arms behind her cloak somewhat. Finally someone appreciated her music, she was sure the only individuals who enjoyed her playing were her deceased parents and her brother, who she rarely saw even if they were in the same pack. Still smiling joyously, she nodded. "I'm rather new as well," spoke the canine, "My name's Mayflower," she introduced with a humble bow, though it wasn't one of the low gentlemen bows, she only lowered her torso a bit.
"So.." she mumbled sheepishly, shuffling hind paws on the ground, clasping her hands behind her thickly furred back underneath her cloak, attention turning downwards to the ground, kicking about a rock with her hind paws.
