I promise I can be nice

Chaska understood that he was correct. In a way. Zhavvi was a runaway. An outcast from her pack, no doubt her origin pack. That must have been upset, yet she didn't seem to act it. So either she was good at hiding emotion, or she wasn't upset at all.

She began speaking her name over and over, as if trying to think of something else. Chaska noticed that she spoke with her name to refer to herself, and believed that she was trying to find a word. He guessed it would be a word that explained her emotions, so he helped her.

"Zhavvi happy?" he queried. Perhaps she would know that word. Or at least the meaning.