Moonspear ^______^

Pie had never heard of lipreading before, though suddenly they found themselves trying to do it. They stared at Killer’s mouth as he spoke, though for all their intensity, they could not parse how a wolf might be able to understand him without the auditory feed to accompany the movements.

Then he blew their mind even more by introducing them to sign language. Treepie stared hard again, watching the deft movements of his forepaws. The motions were meaningless to them, even when Killdeer translated. The youngster just didn’t make the connection.

He addressed Tiki’s queries about swearing, though Pie wasn’t paying close attention. They focused on the motion of their best friend’s paws, though her movements lacked the finesse and nuance of Killer's.

Can you teach us the special signals? Tiuttuk asked.

They wondered if they might meet his deaf grandmother someday. It would be nice to be able to communicate with her. But Pie’s interest was broader than that, as an aspiring young linguist. The more languages they knew, the better.