Shadowwyn Moor so it's cautiously into the dark

suliya regarded him with a quiet curiosity, her tail curling lightly at her hocks. three months is long enough to start, she mused, her tone carrying no judgment, only mild amusement. her gaze swept over him briefly, assessing, before her head tilted ever so slightly.

would you like to learn some? she asked after a moment, her voice softening as if offering him a bridge to cross into something unfamiliar. the lanzadoii language is tied to their way of life. it would help you understand more—not just their words, but their world.

her gaze lingered, steady and patient, though there was a flicker of intrigue in her eyes. she’d learned enough to know that every wolf brought their own rhythm to the saatsine ways. ridgeback, with his outsider’s footing, seemed no different.