Hoshor Plains up popped paleowolf

Her bright orange eyes reminded Sialuk of the sunset on a hot summer day. The younger, slimmer wolf did not speak. Sialuk was reminded of Towhee's daughter, the one who had been her double in all but age. Towhee Jr. had never spoken, though she was fluent in ptero. Sialuk had never truly mastered the language, though she had picked up on a few things during the stay of several Redhawks over the span of leading Moonspear.

-Hello,- she signed, her gestures slow and clunky, but nevertheless what the Redhawks had taught her. -You talk ptero?- she asked, fumbling the grammar immediately. This was not one of the Redhawk kin that she knew, but Sialuk was aware their lines ran rampant in the wilds.