Days Move Slowly [Arwen]

Natha watched silently as the wolf continued to take her in. Perhaps the girl was perplexed. It was an unusual talent in these lands she supposed, for a lynx to be able to 'speak wolf' though where she was from it was not all that uncommon for predators to be able to speak to each other. Now speaking to prey would be a strange and horrifying gift indeed. At her question about being a spirit the wolf shook her head. Natha stretched a bit and considered the wolf for another moment noticing that the canine did not answer her first question. Instead the wolf lifted a paw and pointed at her. Was it asking her a similar question? The wolf moved under the tree and shook the rain from her own pelt.

"My name is Natha, I am a lynx. I would ask your name but… the way you gesture, your silence... Girl, are you able to speak?"