Totoka River Seidsongen, lint den lokkar hug or ham.

The she-wolf who resembled so many wolves from Towhee’s past and present nodded, though she didn’t embellish this response verbally. Towhee’s movements seemed to have distracted her, though seconds ticked past and still no words came. They both sported thoughtful frowns, though a single gesture—a delicate paw placed against her throat, paired with a shake of her head—cleared up the one on Towhee’s own face.

No shit? she remarked without thinking, letting out a breath before adding, -“You can’t talk and I can’t hear…”-

If only she knew Ptero, it would be no different than communicating with Jr or anyone else who relied on the conlang. But of course this random stranger wouldn’t know the first thing about signing. Judging by her earlier expression, she probably didn’t even intuit the purpose of Towhee’s movements.

-“But you can understand me when I speak, can’t you?”- she double checked.