Blackfoot Forest subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull

There was a long pause before the kid found his words, and his features were so absent of understanding that Lane wondered if he spoke a different language. His odd response did nothing to disprove this theory. 

"Abi-grrr?" Lane repeated, drawing out the word. "That's a new one for me. What's an abigrr?" Maybe it was a regional term? With luck, an abigrr was something other than a pine marten. The kid gave a small wave of his tail, and she returned the friendly gesture.