[Oh, yes! Tail thumps automatically in reply, as if well-pleased to share with him that she has, in fact, met a single one who could speak like a human.
He asks, and her thoughts immediately, blithely, go to Rocket, but then she stills, all solemn suddenly. Perhaps their raccoon fellow refugee would be unhappy to know he lit up in her mind when this young man spoke the word inquired about "beasts" with human speech, but while she's met sparrows who could talk too, they weren't usual sparrows you'd find in a tree: they were the size of people, a race all their own. Not unlike Vorin, who possibly could be considered as someone else she's met like this, but Rocket and Vorin are different from her, incredibly similar to humans, almost more like humans than the animals they resemble.
She's odd from them in that she's not human at all herself, but even between the god and wolf, not half and half, but both existing within her in the same amount of quantity, she behaves more like a wolf, not inclined to ignore her instincts, but still thinks like the Mother she's always been. Sometimes the wolf is driven to certain mannerisms because of the mother's heart, and sometimes the mother becomes aggressive, or vicious because of the wolf's. They coexist, no more or less than the other. But Rocket and Vorin… they wear clothes, they use tools, they seem to have some grasp on human-created society.
With small sigh, partial whimper, her head tilts—she isn't sure how to specify she's met a raccoon who speaks, and prefers mobility on two legs to four, and is oh-so much like a human, but perhaps it'll be enough for Edmund to know she's met at least one being like this.]
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He asks, and her thoughts immediately, blithely, go to Rocket, but then she stills, all solemn suddenly. Perhaps their raccoon fellow refugee would be unhappy to know he lit up in her mind when this young man spoke the word inquired about "beasts" with human speech, but while she's met sparrows who could talk too, they weren't usual sparrows you'd find in a tree: they were the size of people, a race all their own. Not unlike Vorin, who possibly could be considered as someone else she's met like this, but Rocket and Vorin are different from her, incredibly similar to humans, almost more like humans than the animals they resemble.
She's odd from them in that she's not human at all herself, but even between the god and wolf, not half and half, but both existing within her in the same amount of quantity, she behaves more like a wolf, not inclined to ignore her instincts, but still thinks like the Mother she's always been. Sometimes the wolf is driven to certain mannerisms because of the mother's heart, and sometimes the mother becomes aggressive, or vicious because of the wolf's. They coexist, no more or less than the other. But Rocket and Vorin… they wear clothes, they use tools, they seem to have some grasp on human-created society.
With small sigh, partial whimper, her head tilts—she isn't sure how to specify she's met a raccoon who speaks, and prefers mobility on two legs to four, and is oh-so much like a human, but perhaps it'll be enough for Edmund to know she's met at least one being like this.]