What's Wrong With Me?

Ashelynn's face grew even hotter when she saw his face falter when she spoke. The girl hated that she sounded like a dumb, faltering child. It made her feel less intellegent and it threw her off her game. Her own ears clung to her skull as she looked away, ashamed in the way she spoke. It had been quite awhile since she had even had a conversation with anyone, having been alone for most of her life she wasn't able to practice the common tongue. Cursing herself now for not trying to practice, she watched the crystal clear water again. It was probably better if she just didn't talk, but it was nice to have another wolf here for once. Plus there was that odd feeling in her belly, the unnamed feeling that she just couldn't place. It kept her paws rooted to the sand, her mottled gray tail tucking up ever so slightly. This wasn't who she was, it made her feel so much weaker than what she had proved herself to be. Sure, winter had been a scary and trying time, but she had prevailed.

When she sat, that odd feeling didn't go away even with her gaze off the russet marked male. Her ears pulled up and twisted towards him as he spoke, ever so slowly pulling her silver eyes towards him. She didn't want to be rude, not to the first soul she had seen in quite some time. A hesitant smile claimed her lips again, dipping her head softly instead of trying to speak again. She was thankful for his offer, they knew nothing about each other and still he said he would help if he could. She just didn't know what she needed help with. It was embarrassing to mention, and she wasn't sure there was a word for it. In her now two years of life, she had never smelled like this before. Is it because she became an adult? Did you scent change when you reached your second year? There were no answers to her million questions, at least not yet, and none that she felt like asking this kind stranger. She mentioned that he was speaking slower as well, which made her want to look away again. Ashe wished that she could just hide from this all, or learn the stupid language in one breath. But it would probably take seasons to fully understand and carry on a conversation like a normal wolf. The lava marked girl didn't want to wait that long, but there was no way to move at a faster pace.

Before she could decide what to do with herself, he asked her if she spoke another language. A hot flash rushed across her body, silver eyes slowly blinking. Oh gods, did he think that she was just mentally slow? Swallowing back any harsh replies she felt like spewing, she slowly nodded her head up and down. She had been raised by a Spanish mother, and a fill in mother like that. They had been told that they were born from the elements themselves, and she wasn't sure if they had a language. "We born here, but not woman who raised us." By 'us' she was speaking of her brother, but she wasn't quite sure if he even counted anymore. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her paws as she shuffled her weight across her splayed toes. "I speak Spanish, common tongue is... tricky. I been alone most times, not much to..." Ashe's head fell to the side as she thought of the word, her brows pulling together as she fought to pull it out of her clustered mine. "speak to." It wasn't the right thing, not exactly what she had meant but it was close enough. Falling silent for much longer would have just added to her cluster of nerves.

Alarik soon introduced himself as such, making her realized that she too had forgotten all about this. Well great, what a way to start things off. Muttering a quick curse under her breath she met his fiery gaze again, appearing a lot more bashful than before. Gosh, she might as well be a giggling pup at this point. "Ashelynn." She said with more strength, at least getting that out without stuttering over the words.

"SPEAK"