Bearclaw Valley rites of passage

nanuralaaq watched the nod of her head and the way her paws seemed to move ; the movement was slow, purposeful, and the brows of the pale woman shot upwards, eyes widening with an almost doe-like curiosity. that is fascinating, her words were almost cooed, should the woman be able to hear - though she may be able to see the way her lips take such an 'o'-like shape. she had never seen such a thing!

readying her paws, now, she urged: can you do it again? i would like to try, if that is okay with you, and her eyes seemed to twinkle with a new-found inquisitiveness.