Stone Circle Scooty woop.

He turned his ears forward slightly so he might understand her better, though he found some words weren't ones he'd begun to use or understand yet. He could see concern in Towhee's features, though she also looked mildly puzzled as she looked at him. Maybe she expected him to speak more fondly of her son- well, that wasn't going to happen. His ears flicked slightly when she spoke a handful of words that he knew a bit, but thought to be a bit immature. Butts. Fucks. Shit. The wolves of Kvarsheim, to his knowledge, swore very little. If this was the way Towhee spoke, was it how Fig spoke as well?

She moved slightly, but he stiffened. He wasn't keen to let her just come in. In his mind he played out a brief but wild fantasy where Towhee didn't respect the pack's boundaries- and it would all unravel from there. Figment would defend his mother, and be found out to be a bad wolf. They would have no choice but to cast both Towhee and her son out and away- never to return again. He would be a hero- and would comfort Tauris and take his place in her family once more. 

But that wasn't reality. Reality was staring him in the face, asking him about a wolf named Figment. 

She asked him a lot of questions, and he still had difficulty understanding her. "Talk...Slow," He requested, haltingly. It bothered him to be so proficient in his own language, but barely a novice in the language most wolves seemed to speak. "Name Skáld." He said. He lifted his chin up, as though to ask her to explain what it was she was trying to say again- but more slowly.