Stone Circle come a little closer

She couldn't help but crack a smile as he attempted to speak in her tongue. "Mimi. ni. West Tyree" Zola repeated slowly, making sure to pause between 'I am' so it wasn't 'Iam'. "Magharibi - is West in my tongue. We not have word for 'Tyree'" The fact he was willing to converse with the woman and try... it spoke of a good omen. The young one said that his mama was a matriarch - she was familiar with this term. 

Did all tribes here have different ranks? Zola flickered her eyes away from West Tyree's face, nodding to where she knew east was. "From across ocean. Big place. Summer all year" her ears pinned against her skull "Africa. Humans take me from savannah while hunting" the woman explained to him "but I escape. Too late" the ghost of a snarl on her voice, lip raising slightly "end up in Teekons. Not know how to get back. Accept I cannot."