Hushed Willows falling, everything burns

Reverie tilted her head, understanding all at once but finding herself at a loss. It appeared that the girl truly was Towhee's mini-me, right down to her lack of hearing. But she did not speak, nor did she seem to understand Reverie. She wasn't sure where that left them.
So she gestured for the girl to follow her, dipping her nose to the ground to signal that she meant to hunt. It was the only thing she could think of to establish some kind of friendly rapport between them. All wolves knew what a hunting partner was, what it meant. And Reverie wanted Towhee's child to know that she was safe with her, even if she could not explain that she knew her mother.