Deepwood Weald Construct my summer home.

An annoyed huff had her eyes widen a little, wondering if somehow she had broken another unknown rule. Were this Moonspear wolves all so picky about her actions? Her presence constantly seemed to offend. And then the tension was gone. He changed again, tightness seeping out of his muscles as he came closer with careful little steps. Odd.

The word that slipped from his mouth only served to confuse. Was that... her own tongue? Sha sounded not unlike the word shà- meaning 'what'. And the boy did have the dull tones of the wolves of the southern beaches... so she tests carefully then, voice hushed, 啥? 你说中文吗?