Blackfeather Woods but you were born under a bad sign

ahh sorry for the wait

She was beginning to learn that it seemed to become obvious in moments if anyone here wanted to harm her. So far no one did. No one had lashed at her skittering form or snapped rude words at her. Kindness had, in one way or another, been passed from Blackfeather's inhabitants to Jakoul. Had she been better with words she likely would have had some words of thanks to pass around.

Time passage was tricky for her to track. Days blurred into nights and unless seasons changed or the weather dramatically shifted, she did not count how much time had passed. And so her head offered a small shake. No. Was the meek answer that slipped from her jaws.

The tip of her tongue fought against her teeth, the desire to repeat the question back was strong but the way to properly format it eluded her. Home long? She settled on with less tact than the other but the question all the same.