Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

Sif politely (nervously) averted her eyes from the hungering girl, taking a few steps back to give her space. She was accustomed to being the low wolf wherever she went, and that almost always meant that she was not allowed around others when they were eating.

But the girl ignored her, and Sif gradually regained her confidence. She'd acted nicely before (she thought), and as soon as she was done, Sif felt much more at ease. She padded a few steps closer at the girl's silent gesturing, and then realized - with no small amount of embarrassment - that she was being asked a question in the language she was least fluent with - body language.

"Name of Sif," she said softly, hesitantly. Had that been the girl's question? "What is your name?" she asked, trying to subtly tell the other wolf that she did not speak this language. Please, please let her speak...