Jade Fern Grove Silver Sheen of Shacklebrook

her ears twiddle with fascination, another wolf who can speak in tongues. the noble was excited to hear this! norwegian, what a strange name. perhaps it was somewhere close, or maybe somewhere far away from these wilds. either way, neon couldn't be a better set of ears to listen to.

"norsk, that's lovely." at the question of her own language, neon's tail is thumping loudly against the dirt. "i can speak Latin, latius, and German, deutsh." both languages were relatively common at home, though one parent preferred german and the other latin. truly, it just depended on the preferences of the speaker. 

not knowing the supposed language of the land was hard, so maybe neon could make it a bit easier. perhaps even help inkeri feel a little at home. "would you teach me a word in norsk, inkeri? just something simple. i'll teach you something in german. it would be fun to speak in your native tongue, i hope."