Wheeling Gull Isle tilakurak

The woman used words he did not understand. What he gleaned from her was that yes, she would take food, and while Mojag balked a little at the phrases he did not question them - maybe he would bring those words to Bartholomew and have him translate? It did not sound like the common tongue, nor like his people's language.

The boy was excited to have a job, finally. To show off his prowess. I will bring you things! Water things, forest things, whatever I can find. You'll get fat and happy again! His tail beat the air as he turned and departed, leaping in to a run that was graceless and entirely utilitarian.

Bartholomew could mend this woman's sad spirit, he thought. Mojag could help with her belly and her body!