Dahozhoni Meadow Here where I once

Safiya had not shared a meal with a wolf in sometime. She remembered nights spent between barracks with the other Mazoi. Her siblings. And for a moment, a deep longing for home and family lit her insides. Why couldn't the gods have taken her too.

Safiya was by no means a fluent speaker of the language of Soto. But she had tried to learn what she could when the wolf Belen was there. But she had missed quite a few lessons since. She wondered if he would be willing to teach her. But was unsure how to exactly ask. 

She finishes her meal, licking along her maw. And tilts her head. Que? um Doing? Plan for today.