Bearclaw Valley rites of passage

oh, came her words, then. nanuralaaq's brows raised for a moment, and an involuntary tilt of her head signified some sort of surprise. you cannot speak? she asked, for she had heard of such ; wolves without voice ; some without hearing! she wondered, then, how life would function, for rala was a talker, a listener ; she would struggle. but the woman before her seemed to be doing just fine! it was fascinating, she thought.

that is okay, she said, nodding. is there another way you ... communicate?