Shy Deer Steppes The heart is a wolf and it is made of glass

And yet again a foreign tongue reached her ears, causing the witch to stiffen slightly. It came from a small woman, the hue of which she could not discern, not that it mattered much. Potema calmed herself, noting the awe in her tone of voice. Something about Potema's form amazed or impressed the woman. But what? You'll have to speak to me in this tongue, if you can. She murmured, wondering what the fuss was about.