Mount Apikuni the mind of a child

Raccoons. Thorleif was talking about raccoons. This made more sense, though why he’d chosen to follow them around for so long, she could not fathom. If it had been physically possible, Grezig probably would have face-palmed right about now. “Thorleif…” she muttered, shaking her head. “How are you so bad at animal names? What you are describing is a raccoon. Not a midget wolf. How did you even come up with that name? They look nothing like wolves.” She sighed, realizing that getting Thorleif to become a productive member of their pack would probably be impossible. But… well, she just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to lead any dangerous animals back into the pack lands or something. She would have to teach him all the animals from scratch, like she was teaching a pup. 

Was she even prepared to do that? That would be a lot of work and would take many months, probably. She sighed again and looked at him, studying and assessing this idiot wolf. He was stupid, but well-meaning. Maybe he just needed a bit of help… “Thorleif,” she began, wondering how to word this. “I’d like to take you around to different places and teach you the names of different animals. How does that sound? Does that sound like fun?” She had reverted again to speaking to him like a child.