Totoka River you requested it, so we rewind

Few wolves — aside from Coelacanth — had ever been so happy to see her. Even her young charges, who she was sure loved her like an elder sister or young aunt, did not usually react with such joy upon discovering her presence. She was more accustomed to guilty faces and screams of childish terror.

It was — nice, even if she was not quite sure how to relax and take this enthusiasm in stride. The result was a very self-conscious Moorhen, struggling to remain her composure while speaking to a stranger as if they were old friends. Yes, she agreed, slipping momentarily back into common tongue as he pointed this out, and for one terrifying moment she forgot every word she knew, in any language. After a quick breath and a shy smile, however, she found her voice once more.

Ja, she agreed, a little more confidently. Ég er frá flóanum hérna. Pakkinn minn, Ironclan, fullyrðir það.

A bead of water dripped into her wound, and she turned her head automatically to bite at it before remembering herself. Your others, she said, and then cleared her throat to begin again, Þú ferðast með félögum. Þú ert hirðingjar? Eða leitar þú heima?