Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

There was something oddly pleasant about his face, an errant thought that made Towhee snort at herself. She bit at her lip and continued squinting as he spoke, doing her best to follow the motions of his mouth. It was less difficult than with most strangers; some wolves were just easier to read. She caught his apology, then a bit about his newness to the lands. He inquired about someone by name, though the movement of his lips was entirely foreign to her.

"No," she answered simply. "I don't know that many wolves," she added slowly after a beat. "I stick close to my pack." She jerked her nose in the direction of the caldera, which was just barely visible above the tree line, then faced him again. "Is Slade a member of your pack?" she queried, inwardly marveling a bit as she found herself making conversation.