Whitefish River Visvi

His responses were not of common tongue, but rather a language, or two, that she did not recognize. He must be attempting to speak hers, she thought. She smiled at him, then, grateful in his attempt at communicating with her, even though it was none she knew.

“I am sorry, I do not understand…might you know the common tongue?” Her ears splayed apologetically. “I speak Tsalagi, it is not a language found here. At least, that is what my…how you say…Elder once told me, anyway. I’m sorry to confuse you, that was not my intent.” She sat, allowing him to approach her if he wanted. She was no threat to him, her tail brushing the ground lackadaisically. 

“I am Losi.”