private for Tala. Lowspeech ftw! 
Day two started early again for the Rinocco wolf. Too nervous to actually sleep, Twila had spent the whole first night within the packlands questioning whether or not she was a burden on her new pack. She felt ill-adjusted and a bit uncomfortable. She felt as if she had to be ready at a moments notice, as if the leaders would come storming into her place of establishment demanding her to save a puppy from being eaten by a demonic wolf that "walked on two legs". But then again, Geneva walked on two legs as well. And so did her son, apparently. So "luperci" as Geneva had christened the species as being, wasn't the scary frightening thing that the image in her head had conjured it as being.
However, pacing nervously around the cabin that was introduced to her by the Savant, she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about being a Loas in a pack she knew close to nothing about. It only took about an hour of this pacing after about four hours of sleep which took place after another four hours of pacing before Twila decided that it was a bit inane for her to be cooped up within her new den. Stretching out her knotted muscles, she ventured gingerly out of the cabin to enter the world around her.
The sky was still dark, but the birds still chirruped their merry song as if it was daytime, indicating the approaching dawn. A soft rustle of fur and snow left a soft smile on Twila's muzzle and the knowledge that the animal world still functioned even though her brain refused to. She loved other animals, feeling a sense of mansuetude in their nature. There was always a queer balance between the food chained animals, but being able to form a certain mutual relationship between herself and another creature without any sort of backlash. She walked warily amongst the sloping hills of Phoenix Valley, watching as birds fluttered and small groundling prey flounced.
She stopped at a small stream, looking up amongst the dawning sky as a small songbird joined her on a nearby branch. Dipping her head towards the fragile creature, she gave an impish grin. Much to her surprise, the bird mirrored the wolf's actions, tweeting a soft but curious greeting. Peering up directly at her new company, she spoke to it in what she would learn to be as lowspeech, asking if it might bring her a pretty thing to lift her spirits. Cocking it's head from one side to the next, it seemed to calculate the grunts and growls that emitted from Twila's mouth before fluttering off into the distance.
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