Sleeping Dragon Hiy hiy

She made no reply, so Wildfire took that to mean she well and truly didn't understand her. She wondered if there were others who didn't speak the native tongue. How would this impact integration into Drageda? Before she could worry her head too long, a sudden noise snared the young Kappa's attention. She whirled to watch as another geyser spewed its contents into the air, a warm and odorous cloud of steam wafting over the pair of wolves. Wildfire blinked, then realized she could no longer see her pack mate. Where had she gone so abruptly...?

Then she spotted her, crouching and quivering half a foot behind her. Wildfire blinked again, glancing at the settling geyser and then back toward the homely she-wolf as comprehension dawned. Her lips parted to say something, then she stayed her tongue, realizing her words wouldn't be understood. Her face scrunched up in thought as Wildfire pondered how to overcome this language barrier. There was only one way, really: through touch and posturing.

Had the other wolf been a male, Wildfire probably wouldn't have reached out nearly as readily. But this was a fellow woman, so the Kappa stretched out her neck and gave the other canine a reassuring poke to the place where her neck met her shoulder. It's all right, it can't hurt us, she thought, hoping she was also conveying this message through her tactile method of communication.