Sun Mote Copse I build 'em up too high just to watch them fall down

Fennec did take a moment. Answering for mom was easy; talking to her wasn’t much different, so long as everything was spoken. Fennec had never spoken with Jr and tended to avoid the other wolf as a result. She got the sense, unproven of course, that the feeling was mutual. What was the point when there wasn’t a chance either of them would get anything from it?

Mom’s simple, I just make sure I’m facing her when I talk. If she misses something, it’s usually pretty easy to figure it out and repeat it. The only part that sucks is if anyone goes into full signing. If you do figure out a way for him to talk to Junior, let me know, because I’d love to hear it. We’ve never met.

She had no ideas, and if she was being honest, she wasn’t optimistic. There was no chance of her learning ptero, the signs sounded too similar and muddled and relied too much on things she couldn’t see. They had a few senses in common - taste, touch, smell - and Fennec didn’t have the patience to turn any of them into a language. She doubted her sister would either.