Here's a Spanish for you. Kinda left it open, since Salvia is moving around; Tla burned something, so the area of the Commons that she's sitting in reeks. Also, please ignore my awful translations.

She'd found another sacrifice. Skinning the creatures, leaving bloodied corpses to burn on small pyres, the coyote tainted golden fur a sick orange in the name of her Sun. Momoztli, a god who served her well in the past. Oh yes, He had served her so very well. A vague sneer crossed petite Eternian muzzle. The serpentine scarifications adoring her small body glittered ever so slightly in the light of the caves. The ritual itself was not over; she had not offered her prayers to the fiery deity followed by her homeland. It had become difficult to do such a thing.

"Para el Sol," she began, her native tongue flowing far more easily than the more commonly spoken English found amongst the caverns of Anathema. It was simply easier to talk in Spanish; she hated the difficulty that socializing presented. To finish her short offering, more words flowered forth, in the same lilt as the previous set. "Y puede que nos traiga la paz en las próximas contiendas."

She didn't speak for her new family. Tlantli spoke for the brothers lost in the snow, for the one she hoped would find his way back to her. For Citlali. Blood held thicker, though she supposed she shared blood with Naniko now as well. But Momoztli didn't protect the wolves. A sigh escaped her. Delicate hands gathered her materials as the pyre smoldered, smoke billowing up in small plumes. Perhaps He wouldn't notice. The dirt kept them apart.

Such excitement!

The scent of smoke dulled her senses to the rest of the world, but her hearing was fine. As her fingers wrapped more firmly around the dirty plastic casing of her pocketknife, she heard the words of another as they approached. It surprised her how close the child had come without her notice; fiery eyes stuck on the tan face of her visitor. And what was the question presented? Not who she was or what she was doing. No, it seemed this guest wondered what she spoke. Tlantli quirked one eyebrow upward in vague curiosity; never before had she had to explain. "Espanol. Spahneesh. But aye cahn speek liek you also." Somewhat.

Working the fat and excess met from the skin she'd taken from her offering, she watched the little girl in brief moments of focus. "Ahn whaye ahre you wanting to know maye speeking? What do you speek, leetle one?" She knew the answer as being English, but could think of nothing better to say. She'd only met one other child, little Jackson who liked music. It seemed this one was much different; not only was it female, but her fur was light, not like the marvels she'd interacted with before. Tlantli glanced around the open space in search for a parent before ultimately returning her gaze to the child. One hand lifted a chunk of raw meat to her mouth, teeth grasping onto it and tearing pieces from the whole.

She shook one hand clean of the fat and muscle that remained on the pelt. She had never been particularly kind to the young, and seemed to lack motherly facilities that made her desire any closeness with pups, but this sandy girl brought about vague curiosity from the older coyote. She had come to ask about language. And for what? To speak with a Spanish woman living in her home? Tlantli stared upward as she pondered the possibilities. "¿Qué debo hacer? Debo ayudarla, o se ha de acudir al lobo de distancia?" Giving Momotztli his moment to tell her, she thought over the possibilities. Spanish was not a language exclusive to Eterne, and this girl had not asked to be taught.

Finally, she returned her gaze to the child. "You wan'to know Spaneesh, to talk to some lady who lives in your home? Ess a silly reason to want to know." In her own home, people who lived in a house but were not relatives (usually), were slaves. She had never desired to talk to the slaves of her home, but perhaps this was another anomaly in the world that she couldn't understand. "Maybe she don' talk for good reasons." It wasn't a jab in the direction of the pup; she was certain that to other children, the sandy wolf was an interesting thing.