Hushed Willows falling, everything burns

no worries! <3

the woman's lips are moving, but in her arrogance and belief that she would never leave the wolves who knew how to communicate with her, jr had yet to teach herself to lipread.

if she tried hard, she could discern one or two words. simple ones, realistically. but, she didn't bother to try because it was fairly useless until she got the hang of it.

the woman is met with a blank stare from towhee, a ruffle of ghost's feathers as he senses the tensions pulling her muscles taunt.

in a way she has learned to communicate that she was deaf, she paws at her ear and gives her head a slow shake no.

no hear. in it's most primal way of communication.

her paws itch again to sign ptero, but she resists the muscle memory urge. sometimes, strangers have surprised her but she has largely begun to assume that not many knew how to sign ptero.