Bearclaw Valley push and pull

the way she speaks is strange. . .as if she's been expecting Avicus. the red girl looks a little taken aback at that, but comes closer still, giving the woman a nod. Averna seems amiable—but she expects nothing less than twisted from her family. each of them are violent in their own way.

what. . .are you. . .doing? she asks, each word hesitant, spaced out. she's been listening to conversations between other wolves, trying to pick up the nuances of language. and she is improving, but her speech is still quite slow. 

but how else is she to get along? the only one that truly understands her beyond words is her mother. the rest require conversation, at least in some manner.

at least they are accustomed, or should be, to Astara's silence. her daughter's speech may come across more as learned than deficient.