ai don fis disha spichen gona op

I'm too lazy to sit through a translator, so her Inupiaq is in English. Also gdi Echelon why you a jerk ffs.

She listened in as a string of foreign words hit the open air around her. If a bird could have observed her, there may have been a momentary flash of seriously? written about her face. To Echelon, the world was not full of languages. There was the tongue of Tartok and then there was some fickle common tongue. Whatever this creature spoke she equated to gibberish. And as it were, she continued to watch and wonder — perhaps this one was ill. Mentally, physically, it did not matter. But she was intriguing if for nothing more than to toy with, as a byproduct of the failures Echelon had dealt with in recent history.

So when she was spotted at least, she sprang out from the cover of her evergreen, inquisitive and pointed in her actions. "You don't know how to talk right?" she queried the female, though not in any distinguishable common tongue. She spoke in Inupiaq purposefully, following her words with a tilt of her head. Forced curiosity when beneath it, it was probably safe to say that Echelon mocked her. "Did the cold eat your tongue?" she went on to ask, gesturing with her muzzle towards the other as though that would get it across. No, no, that wouldn't do — she stuck out her tongue and furrowed her brow.

That surely was mockery, but she gracefully tacked on a look of you know what I mean? to it.