Totoka River Seidsongen, lint den lokkar hug or ham.

As she made the lonely trek back home, Reverie turned the memory of this encounter over and over in her mind. Each time she replayed it, her recollection became more warped, and in it she found a cold sort of certainty. A realization that she was no longer worthwhile company.
In the absence of speech, she was nothing. No one. Reverie had no point of interest beyond the words she could share, and this realization left her feeling strangely empty. How could she hope to raise a daughter, keep the interest of a husband, form lasting relations with her packmates, if she could not even keep a stranger entertained?
She would have to do better.