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Thankfully his sad attempt at teaching seemed to get through the girl's juvenile brain. Her muddled attempt at talking and saying emperor improved, though she still struggled and stumbled over her words. Was he like that? Did he say such things as a cub? Clay would have to ask his mother next time he went to go see her at Easthollow.

But just as the boy felt he was on to something, connecting with her, he noticed she likely had no idea what he meant, judging by the look in her eyes. Sighing, he repeated himself once again. "C l a y" he spoke slowly and loudly, as if talking to a magpie whilst pointing to himself. "I'm Clay—that's my name."

Once more he began to point—this time at her. "What is your name?" He continued the motion of pointing at himself and saying clay before pointing back, hoping the princess would understand and begin to pick up on what he was putting down.