Irriella lifts her paws with a squeak, slapping them on the floor before she somersaults closer to the wolf. Her striped tail thumps on the floor.

Her ear twitches again, his breath a warm gust of air against it. She gives one sharp nod in answer. Yes, the marsh flats. But that means if he came from there, if he has his own companion like she does...

Dany leans back, half incredulous, half pained as her mind flits back to those last moments of her life.

"Even if I did, you expected me to marry someone else?" She shakes her head, affectionately exasperated, now. An arm drops from around his neck as she reaches between them and into her cloak, pulling out the strange courier. "Do you have this, as well?"

Are we the same? is what she wants to know.