Wheeling Gull Isle Hurtin' for a smile

She blinks owlishly in surprise at the incoming string of words, pale ears flattening atop her crown. The wolfdog, the leader, went unnoticed where he hid - even by the Mistress of Whispers. Steelhead had her full attention as he spoke of a brother, leading her to nod in understanding. There were differences now that she looked closely. 

Nym nodded again, this time in response. She sent him an odd look, as they had been communicating in a strange way, indicating she understood. "Can't," she gestured to his muzzle, whining as she mimed that she couldn't speak, not like he could.