Moonspear mechanically make the words come out

she had slept near the mouth of the den the previous night, and the morning's dew had settled thickly in her thin puppy fur. Cass had woken and, after seeking a meal to fill her belly as quickly as possible, scooted out the den in search of adventure. fur spiked up and adopting her signature bedraggled look, the girl wandered down from the den to find whatever she could. she had developed her first interest; words. how wonderful they were, it was, to name all that she saw. and to use those words to illicit a reaction from others. her vocabulary was sparse, and spoken with little clarity and poor volume control, but still, she thirsts for more knowledge. 

she wandered a time, eyes twisting to all that she knew not the name of, and frustrated with the fact that she could name so little, she sought an adult. they, the bigger ones, were a source of Words, if only they could teach her like mother and father did.