Mount Apikuni the mind of a child

Midget… wolves? Gods, talking to this male was like trying to force your way out of a brambly bush. The harder you tugged and pushed, the more stuck you became. The more she spoke to him, the more confused she was. “Wait,” she said, before he went off on some kind of tangent. She tried to think. The only creatures she could think of in the moment who were naturally good at fishing were otters. But she knew from experience that Thorleif did not know the names of certain creatures. “Can you tell me exactly what these… midget wolves… looked like? How big were they? What color? Did they have thick fur, or short?” If she could get him to describe them properly, she could figure out what animal he was talking about. And maybe teach him the right name for them.