Hushed Willows who speaks latin?

The first wolf to take any true notice of her was a boy, and though she didn't shoo him off she had sort of wished an adult would've come to talk to her. Kids were fine, but they weren't her thing. Almost immediately, he hikes up his leg and exposes his balls to her— unsurprisingly, this came as a shock. Her ears pricked and her head leaned back some. Using a paw she pushes his hindleg back to the ground— where it belonged— and stared plainly at him.

"Find yourself a healer, kid," she tells him, waiting for the long-legged, future perv to get a move on. She could hardly imagine where he got the splinter from.