Big Salmon Lake It's funnier in Enochian.

The word "disbanded" was not one she knew, though Towhee could guess at its meaning. She usually would've requested clarification but she felt a slight flush of embarrassment at the thought of admitting her naïveté to him. That gave her pause. Why should she feel so self-conscious around this wolf? Who was he to her? No one, her inner voice reminded her sneeringly, he's an outsider. What are you even doing right now?

Flustered, she took half a step backward, then froze. He had asked her something and she found herself unable to resist the impulse to answer. "Towhee Woodley Redhawk," she said, not sure why she included her middle name. Had she even pronounced it correctly? Speaking of which: "Étoille," she repeated, lifting her brows to see if she had said it right before thinking belatedly to inform him, "I can't actually hear you; I'm deaf. But I can read lips, for the most part."