One Step At A Time

The other did not step to give her any form of punishment. No teeth sunk into her neck. Words did not slice the air with their harsh demands. Nothing came and it drew Chesna from the pile of whimpering mess that she currently displayed. Casting her attention onto the female as her lips moved at a slow pace. Everything spoken foreign and alienated sounding except for when she understood help you and English. It was then that the Servant slid into a sit. Gaze flickering between her and the floor. Unsure as to where to place them, she chose to watch the wolf closely.

"E… English? Yes." So thick was her accent. It almost sounded as though she were saying “in gist” instead of the right pronunciation of what had really been stated. Either way, Chesna wanted to learn. To better understand.
Walk~"Speech"~Thought