Hoshor Plains god is a city overflowing with fists

He admits to never being where she points and she doesn’t elaborate. She doesn’t know fully what’s down there and she doesn’t want to unnecessarily invite him somewhere that may reveal her and others and the lies she’s created. For the safety of Blackfeather, at least—for her, for the children—she’ll keep it up. And thankfully he doesn’t remain on the information for long. No, instead he goes on to speak about the bison again follows it up with a series of fast paced questions that cause her eyes to widen a little, trying to absorb what he’s saying.
 
And in frustration, she blurts: “slow.” She blinks a few times, and shakes her head, hoping to elaborate. “Not my tongue.”