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She wasn't too keen on games like this, but for the sake of appeasing the elder, she was all for trying. With a deep breath, she tried again to understand the drawing, seeing the look of frustration due to her lack of comprehension. Her ears draw back and gaze softened in apology, but was suddenly taken by shock when he attempted to speak. She had caught only a glimpse of what was 'not' there that should have been and then she understood.

Oh, now she was just being cruel! Trying to get the male to speak when he was unable to. Quickly the woman threw up her hands in an effort to get him to stop trying to speak. "Oh sir!...I'm sorry!" she whined, feeling her actions were inconsiderate to the elder. She had never tried to communicate with a mute before, but knew that there were those born without the use of their voice. But to see a wolf with his tongue cut...well... this was something new all together. But how by the Ancestors was he going to speak if not with the use of his tongue? And she poorly understood his drawings...

A softly nibble at her ears turned her attention to her companion, staring with gleaming intelligent eyes as if the answer resided within him. He couldn't talk as she did... but they were able to communicate in a sense. Sound and gesture...just as the Exultare were prone to. But the Nomad began to doubt herself. It had been such a while since she even tried. A few gestures here and there, but anything else... Though it was not an impossibility...

So she tried, centering on a single word then assuming various pitches and octaves hoping that one would be understood. Over and over she repeated what she hoped was the intended word. 'Name'. Over and over again she tried, hoping her primitive voice had not suffered total atrophy.


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