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some assumptions made plz whack me if not ok <3

as sharp as caiaphas could be, she had never assumed towhee's condition; her interactions with the she-wolf had largely been face-to-face, and as such, had never caught that any comment she made when towhee's back was turned was unreturned, or missed entirely.

she might have on one occasion found the rather intense way she was watched when she spoke curious, but had chalked it up to a personal quirk. at least now it made sense -- and caiaphas, aware of her own nonobservance, smiled bemusedly to herself as she watched the beta sign towards her.

an attempt was made -- but what she signed back was unintelligible. she tried again, recalling to mind the gestures towhee had articulated; with a slant of her gaze she replied: "what is yours?"