Moonspear you make it seem you're sacred

fat was a word that had recently been added to the girl's rapidly growing vocabulary. birds were fat. squirrels were sometimes fat. and so too, apparently, was this woman before her. she had been staring for a few minutes, brow furrowed and mind curious, for she did not know that wolves could be fat. but this one was, for some reason or another, and she had seen the same one the other day. but it had not been fat then, had it? she was still confused over the fact that there seemed to be a large number of black, blue-eyed wolves here, yet they were hardly nice. she couldn't see this one's face, but she assumed it to be one of them, merely turned fat. 

"HI" volume control was another lesson the girl would do well to learn, and the shrieked word of greeting she had picked up shortly after "no" echoed. she picked herself up and wandered closer to the woman, stating shortly after, "fah".  her word was a matter of fact, very sure of herself in her conclusion. she did not know why the woman was fat, however, and asked shortly after, half-way right in her wording, "wha?". it was, at least, a question word, yet not the "why" her mind had not yet added to her vocabulary. 

another entered her line of sight, and she halted, gaze fixed on him for a moment, chirping her now customary "HI". she peered at him a moment, yet did not find him quite as interesting as the fat lady, and thus returned her gaze to her.