Ankyra Sound a walk on the wild side

Everything the puppy said was confusing to Autumn. He didn't seem to understand either and a tear welled in his eyes, slipping onto his cheek. She instinctively reached her black paw up and wiped away the tear. "Don't cry, angelito." She said soothingly. The spanish word for little angel sounded natural on her tounge, despite her nearly empty knowledge of it. She knew hola, buenos noches, buenos dias, angelito, and zorro. That was it. "You said it's okay now, so don't cry, it'll be ok."