So, uh. I suck. A lot. :/
It was not so much Amos's accent that threw the silver-shaded coyote off; the unfamiliar turns of phrase left her rather baffled. She was too polite to inquire on the first occasion with the cream gravy statement, but she did not know what a square dance was, either, and as the elder coyote exhaled his smoke and spoke, she tilted her head to the side, yellow-golden eye focusing on him in curiosity. “What's a square dance? I imagine it's something you only do when you're young and your old bones don't ache, huh?” she asked, the tips of her yellow-white teeth showing against her lips. Her pace of speech seemed quite a bit faster than his, but she did not mind slow conversation -- the brief interaction she had with Amos and his age had told her enough. It was worth waiting for whatever speech came from him. Kaena was quite glad she had swung by this general direction -- there was certainly some wisdom beyond those violet-shaded eyes, and the one-eyed hybrid would wait for it.
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