Gilded Bay Going down

Silence filled the space between them. She did not know the breadth of his vocabulary and was loathe to speak too much lest he not comprehend the meaning of her words. His own gibberish of a tongue was too much for her understanding. If this continued, she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stay. It was extremely frustrating on her end. She did not understand why wolves traveled so far away with foreign tongues. It made their natural instincts of joining a pack all the more difficult.

Speaking of, he inquired as to whether she was a part of one. Sort of. She was making a few assumptions. "Yes," she said with a nod. Perhaps with the universal body language he would better understand. "Are you? Pack?" Perhaps there were other wolves around these parts who spoke the same language he did.