Blackfeather Woods how do i tell love from the taste of blood on my tongue?

Prior to her ears opening, things were muted vibrations and Charlie Brown teacher-garble. When sound proved new to her, it barely made a difference. The wolf as her food source barely talked to her or did anything different. Right now, she can barely get around. The birds above were sometimes loud and scary, being exposed since birth instead of in a den like it’s meant to be. Never has she heard a song so when Tahani cocoons her close and offers her music, her eyes widen in surprise. Pupils dilate but the pale figure is no less blurry than before and her ears twitch upon her head in surprise. Something so pleasant has never been heard so sweet and she lifts her nose and wails the tiniest of howls to try and mimic the sounds coming from the northern wolf.