Blackfeather Woods How can one like me love one as filthy as you?

The little girl spoke nire Inuttut than English at this point, though she did remember mother saying some things in a language that was somewhat familiar to her. She supposed she liked them; her parents. Her siblings were mostly alright if they did not challenge her in any way or form and the place they had was... acceptable. Maybe a little dark and blobby but enough for her tiny body now.

She was praised, and a proud smile settled onto her young face. She somewhat understood the last bit and grabbed a random sentence from deep inside her brain. It took a few seconds for her to completely think about it and it's pronunciation, but after some thinking she knew she'd have at least part of it right.I-Itsinak.