Blackbeak Bluff And I'll never be alone

Wraen called Trigedasleng a foreign language, which Sequoia thought odd. Drageda was less than a day's travel from here... was it really that foreign? Then again, the girl did know that Thur had come from somewhere else. Maybe she had brought the language with her. Did that make it foreign? If wolves were being born here and learning it from day one, it sure didn't seem like a foreign language to Sequoia, but she kept those thoughts to herself. She did not wish to insult Wraen's intelligence, but it did give her some food for thought (and perhaps another few backlog of questions for her poor parents).

Trigedasleng, Sequoia repeated, taking the word slower this time around and pronouncing each syllable more clearly than she had before. Thuringwethil—the wolf who started Drageda—speaks it. I think she might have brought it from where she came from. Where that was, Sequoia couldn't really say. In fact, she didn't really remember Thur much at all. Only the name and the vague sense of the woman being very mysterious and high ranking. She definitely wouldn't recognize Drageda's founder on sight or smell.

The fact that Wraen seemed so interested in learning more about Drageda was making the girl feel rather important, so she readied herself to answer whatever other questions the adult might have. If she had been taught to keep these things secrets, she had long since forgotten that she was supposed to be doing so.