Overture Downs Cassiopeia

Wren was not good at picking up the body language cues, Esma was not good at picking up double-meanings and tones. She took all the words spoken to her literally. Therefore, when asked, whether she had any hunting skills, she looked at the ground, feeling embarrassed. It was difficult to be at this age, when you were no longer a child, but not an adult yet either. You knew some things, but were not fully equipped for an independent life.

"A little," she mumbled and shrugged. This was not a lie. Esma knew a little of everything, just not enough. "What about you?" she asked out of an old habit of redirecting any inquiries about herself back to the one, who asked. She noted only afterwards that this was a stupid question to ask an adult wolf.