Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

That all made sense- accents would make different shapes with the mouth, and stutters would definitely screw things up too. Towhee seemed to have a fairly normal vocabulary and grasp of grammar, for someone who couldn’t hear, leading Niamh to believe that whoever had taught her had basically taught her the same as they’d taught most pups to speak, without coddling her or letting her get away with being mute simply because she was deaf. But it would take a wolf with a lot of intelligence to pick up on language the way Towhee had.

She watched, fascinated, when Towhee signed something. Niamh tried to sort it out, understanding that there was a greeting in there, as well as a reference to self, plus something involving either her tail or rear end. When Towhee explained, she nodded and laughed. ”That’s so cool! I thought it was something like that- hi, me,” She said, trying to imitate some of Towhee’s signs, ”I didn’t catch how you sign Screech’s name though- but I did get asshat,” She said, mimicking the gesture for the word with a laugh. ”What would my name be? And what’s your name?”