Qeya River What’s meant to be will always find a way.

Her head tilts slightly to the question, nodding slowly. The last few months have been back in her native tongue that anything she’d learned in Blackfeather Woods was mostly lost. “Y-yes?” she answers, uncertain that’s the proper answer. She really needs to work on it, especially with pack mates that do not share the same language and leaving a barrier in her new family. “I not great with, um,” she starts, licks her lips. Her heart beats heavy in her chest and she hopes for the best. She doesn’t have to hide herself, though, as she had with other wolves but she still worries about their safety.
 
“Home,” she informs, turning her head behind her to the twin peaks, separated by a glacier, overlooking them now. “You?” she asks, curiously.