Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

jr struggles, similarly.

again, that teeny tiny little thought that nested in the back of her head told her she should go back to moonspear: where the wolves knew how to communicate with her. she was too stubborn, too determined to give it any room to grow or take hold.

she refocuses on the woman's lips; on the words she is speaking but jr cannot hear.

her mouth forms a visible and silent -uhh-; pistons in her mind firing rapidly.

she'd understood one word: hunt.

jr gives a nod, never truly willing to turn down the opportunity to feed her and ghosts' bellies with the help of someone who wasn't hearing impaired. it definitely went quicker.

she paws at her left ear and shakes her head then, hoping to communicate that she couldn't hear, just in case it ended up being a deal breaker.