Duck Lake water birds in spring

Quetzalli nodded, this place was so different from home. She hadn't even seen a jaguar since leaving her home. They had been an all too common threat for her family. It seemed hard to believe a place could exsist without a threat of them. Her eyes brightened even more when the woman spoke of not knowing snow. "La nieve es ... lluvia congelada. No es sólido como el hielo, pero no el agua. Es hermoso pero muy frío. Más frío que cualquier noche en casa. Vi mucho en mi camino aquí. ¿Tal vez pueda llevarte y mostrarte? Vale la pena ver."

"Sí, los gringos aquí no hablan mucho español, si lo hablan en absoluto. No te entenderán hasta que aprendas." Her face was serious. Being unable to speak with another wolf was a frightening idea. It had been bad enough not being able to speak her language, she couldn't imagine not having anyone understand her at all. She considered the question for only a moment, knowing that she would not want to part from Cuicatl's side for quite some time. She could try to teach her.

"Haré todo lo posible, pero no soy un maestro. Puedo enseñarte como mis padres me enseñaron, empezando simple y luego creciendo. Creo que será difícil, pero podemos hacerlo juntos. Somos hijos de México, debemos ayudarnos unos a otros." She smiled at the girl, bumping her with a shoulder in a friendly manner. "Somos hermanas después de todo!"