Bitterroot Valley deception, disgrace, outrageously beautiful

aphiwe frowned. the woman was undeniably attractive, but the huntress became more disinterested each time she spoke. there was something wrong with her, something that made her hard to trust. no, she repeated, a look of both confusion and frustration on her face, i am talking. you are singing.

those two things were obviously not the same. woman, you are strange. the energy that she emulated, it made aphiwe somewhat uncomfortable. are you okay? really, soothe yourself by talking, not singing. was this what all western wolves were like? for anathi's sake, she hoped not.

i come from eastern plains, not here. there was a particular emphasis on the latter half. sithetha ngale ndlela, not like here.