Shadewood Smoky blues

She considered her pronunciation and repeated it correctly before promptly beaming. She thought carefully if she'd seen a dwarf before, or experienced any of their games; her brow furrowed in the depths of her thinking. This quietened her a bit before she said with the careful calculation she'd spoken to Cry with, "I think that they don't exist, or a crows being funny." Her ocean eyes tilted to the woman and smiled at her approach; of course, the girl didn't believe in something if there wasn't evidence right in front of her for it. 

Phex's white-tipped banner swayed side to side as her gaze wandered to her surroundings, hoping she'd catch a glimpse of the bear that Cry had promised her. She'd love to study it and perhaps talk to it; if it could indeed speak in the wolfish tongue.