Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] snow goose

until now, red leaf had felt helpless. cen floundered and struggled with the strange tongue, and red leaf was certainly no help. but her spirits are lifted somewhat when she hears the sunshine language.
though not the same dialect, red leaf understood enough of it to quickly bark out a yes, in sharadoii, a new hopefulness catching the scarlet gaze. a little bit. it is similar enough, yes?
she looks to cen with unease before she continues. i am expecting. we seek a place where i can wean my children through spring. in exchange, we can offer you-- ah, trade. my husband is a talented hunter. i can make pelts, and i can also build amulets-- little trinkets. they are important to my people. maybe you will like them.
she hopes rodyn can gather enough information from her hurried, nervous ramblings. the tired, willowy face pleads; begs. please let my children be safe. we will stay maybe a few weeks. until children can travel. and then we will be out of your way.