[That she speaks with her voice has Ammy missing on any cognizance it may be possible for her to comprehend her own original, ancient language. Her thoughts themselves aren’t really sent in effort to be understood, they happen simply because she’s a thinking-being. She’s rarely without response to things, it’s only that she has considerably more trouble getting her intentions and words out than people do. However her intention reaches her, she’s relieved for it, and in partial wonder of if she had heard thoughts, she trots up to her, eyes softened, head already aiming to settle between her palms.
Hello. You hear m—
A centimeter before fur touches skin, she halts, head raising higher as if drawing back, startled. This isn’t fear, but the unexpectedness of her not being human, of being something she hasn’t encountered before, and it passes quickly. Less than a second following this reaction, she’s stepping into her open hands, her cold nose intensely investigating palm, trailing to wrist and forearm; her tail alternates between a wag of greeting and being held still, horizontally aloft, the rest of this celestial wolf focused on the novelty of her.]
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Hello. You hear m—
A centimeter before fur touches skin, she halts, head raising higher as if drawing back, startled. This isn’t fear, but the unexpectedness of her not being human, of being something she hasn’t encountered before, and it passes quickly. Less than a second following this reaction, she’s stepping into her open hands, her cold nose intensely investigating palm, trailing to wrist and forearm; her tail alternates between a wag of greeting and being held still, horizontally aloft, the rest of this celestial wolf focused on the novelty of her.]