Snowforest Taiga you dangle on the leash of your own longing

Sorry for the wait!

He says something she doesn’t understand and she stares blankly. She hasn’t been exposed to other languages other than common and those of the snow wolves. She knew some wolves didn’t know their language but she never considered there were more. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, not certain what he’s said but he does introduce himself and that much she can understand.
 
“I’m Currituck,” she repeats, flicking her tail. “I don’t know what you said.” Hopefully, they have some sort of common ground and aren’t simply stuck not understanding one another.