Whitebark Stream have you found the limits of your abilities?

The start of a word, caught on his tongue like a fly in a trap. Hints of a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, his effort noted; that he settled for another phrase following the incompletion of the first was understandable, the words less complex. “That is good,” she returned. “I am glad you are happy.” She often wondered what life was like for her children, in depth—especially when they found themselves around the others of the pack. Did they ever wonder why it was only the three of them, a figure similar to Artyom absent? She reflected on her own upbringing when she questioned these things, when was it that she truly wondered about her own father—but no longer could she recall, the time seeming like a lifetime ago.

“Do you like our little home here?” the dragoness asked, a curious glint in her eyes; would he understand the question in entirety? “Or would you rather be closer to the other children?” Difficult questions that she could hardly answer herself, in truth. But... perhaps it was for that reason that she asked him, instead.