Cerulean Cape and you extend your hand

a wave of relief hits her as furi agrees -- part of her had been worried her friend would be upset with her for pushing to go back too soon or something. and, well, she does have a history of putting her foot in it with the silvery-dark girl, though why she doesn't know. feelings are not her forte.

blixen has already turned and started the walk home when furi asks her about her language. surrounded as she's been her whole life by wolves who speak it, sometimes she forgets her friend wouldn't know it. looking over her shoulder with a smile, she chuffs an agreement. "'course," she says, "and yep, chof means thank you." the ginger pauses, waiting for furi to fall into step with her and asks, "d'you have anything specific you wanna know?" still smiling.