she tried to form what little common tongue she had grasped from passing traders, her voice a shy murmur:
h-home...?the word wobbled from her lips, uncertain but earnest.
then she tapped her chest gently with a paw, holding herself steady against the tremble of excitement and nerves.
nuvts’eyaȟa’,she said proudly, a name that meant little in common speech but everything to her in the old ways.
when the girl echoed the gesture, paw to chest, cloud lash's tail gave a small, hopeful wag. yes. she understood enough. so cloud lash nodded eagerly, her red eyes bright, urging her with a tilt of her head to share—to tell her, in whatever way she could, where she had come from.