Lake Rodney No te vayas

Spanish! Well that was a surprise. It had been weeks since she had heard another wolf speaking her mother tongue. Her ears perked up in surprise and perhaps a bit of relief. At least if she fumbled she would have a backup means of communicating. Haunted, you say? Chivirín wasn't needlessly superstitious, but a certain element of the paranormal had been deeply ingrained in her family's culture. Me llamo Chivirín. Soy de... ah, well, nowhere, ahora. She gave a slanted grin and a shrug-like roll of her shoulders. I come from a long way away from here. There was no going back now.