Silvertip Mountain Thousand Years

Odette did her best to understand what the black furred wolf - more like Father figure - said.  Picking up most of it.  Her tail gave a little wag, happy that someone was paying attention to her and speaking to her.  It was a pretty sturdy rock, in fact the rock really fascinated Odie.  Where had it come from?  What made it?  Was it edable if she tried to eat it?  She just gave a tiny nod of her head though to signal that she agreed.

"Mmhm."  She murmured back to him.  Agreeing to her the male's remarks on the rock.  Suddenly that question from earlier slipped into Odette's head and now that she could speak - although it was limited language - she could ask him.  For a few heartbeats she stayed silent, a little nervous to ask.  "Whaaa er ou ta me?"  She asked, wanting to finally clarify once and for all, what this wolf was to her.  Uncle, father, cousin, older sibling, etc.