Sawtooth Spire gespenstisch

He touched her head in greeting, to which her tiny white tail waved to happily. His voice, a deep and groveling tone, spoke with words that were different - different from what her mother used, which he could too use as well if he felt like it. Elke understood them both now, though she rarely spoke the odd tongue. Well, honestly, she didnt often speak much at all. 

A large animal left it behind, hu? It looked to be a leg - kind of. But different. It hadn't no fur, no skin. It was just hard and without a paw but... what was it? And if it were a leg, how could someone just 'leave it behind'? Whilst Ciri tried to mouth on it, Elke leaned in to sniff and then nosed her father's own paw which padded towards her. They were definitely not the same thing. Whot it? She asked finally, breaking her silence if only do to so many questions swirling her little mind.