Blacktail Deer Plateau oh, say you want my love tonight

Yong stood up for her, and even offered to hit him under her breath. Huā wouldn't have had her hit him... until the boy further enraged her, cursing their use of mandarin again and blaming it on her. How could a beach wolf know that sleeping in the open was wrong? She'd slept upon the sand plenty of times. All she knew was that one should never sleep too close to the waves- lest the ocean devour them. She had to rest with her body open to the sky. It just felt right. Of course, she didn't know how to and didn't bother to explain all this to the boy. 

"We not owe you our word. We want speak our language, we speak our language." Huā tells him. It seemed he was unwilling to learn by words anyway. What little they were able to say in his language had gone over his head as he stayed stubborn. It took a whole village to raise a child, she thought, and some children could only learn by discipline. "你要打他, 你可以打他." She sighs to her sister, tired of her inability to budge his will.