Blacktail Deer Plateau mouth breather

Upon hearing her brother's voice, Sorrel received a new burst of energy. She managed to lift herself (albeit, not with very much grace) and meet her brother's face with a rough lick to each cheek and her muzzle rubbed against his forehead so that she might rest her head against his. There was something so comforting about having him this close, something that felt like home. Like a real home; the home she had left behind. Ouais! I'm okay, okay. Just fell. 

Although Sorrel preferred speaking French or Creole or whatever else have you, it was clear that she'd need to improve her English speaking skills if she was going to make it anywhere anytime soon. Comprehension was a breeze, but after having avoided speaking the language for so long, that bit was more difficult.