Blackfeather Woods the unending fight, to call yourself alive

There were plenty of words that Jakoul did not grasp and she failed to make any sense when someone spoke a lot in a row. Yet Jakoul may not have had a screw loose but perhaps she had a few missing marbles. Not exactly in some evil or crazy way. She was far too timid for that. She was just not as well socialized as her current company.

Leave.

Her soul reveled in joy at a word she knew. It was typically not a good word but she had heard it plenty before to know what it meant. Which was good. Carefully she did a smaller version of her previous dance, scooting down away from the men but never crossing that peculiar scented warning.

Leave. She hummed softly as her dainty paws pattered across the earth.