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huojin nodded his head, 海鸥. they didn’t make wolf sounds, but he thought that it might be because they weren’t sure how to do it. convinced of this theory, he opened his mouth to bark in their general direction until one made a response.

however, ruò continued speaking before any of the birds could have a chance. huojin glanced back at his mother and tilted his head, somewhat confused by the question. which words was she referring to?

he knew that each parent had their own way of speaking, and that either way might be more appropriate in any given situation, but huojin hadn’t fully considered that the languages were exclusive to either individual. 话? he asked, hoping she might explain.