It is most interesting watching her. She observes with her eyes quite heavily and seems to focus in on my lips to try and determine what I am saying. What is more interesting is that she attempts to imitate the movements and produce sound. It does make sense that Eden would have been teaching her the ways despite her inability to hear. Eden is a smart wolf and I know he would do much to ensure the success of his daughter.

I tilt my head slightly as she begins saying the words. Closer than I would expect. Most interesting. This young one certainly has great potential. So unfortunate she had to be born such a way, and yet, she is proof of the superior thinking ability of our blood, able to overcome all things. The young girl says it again and I simply nod my dark head slightly in response. No need to verbalize it.

I am not sure if she catches everything from my mouth, but I speak normal. I do not slow my words or exaggerate. She has to learn the hard way in some situations. It appears she at least gets the gist of it as she speaks again. It takes me but a moment to put together what her words meant. The smell.

”Sure, it is pleasant, hm?” I say, lowering my nose to a flower and sniffing it gently before lifting my head back. I don’t often smell the flowers, or really even think about them these days. Yet there is a sort of natural good feeling from giving them a good smell. Yet I see the girl is now gathering stems of flowers and moving around to my side. I simply turn and crane my neck to see as she climbs upon me now.

What is it that she is doing? She is of no threat to me, and perhaps I am too old these days to knock her off and asset that she should not do such a thing. Yet sometimes I wonder what the point would be with her. I cannot explain it to her in a way she would understand at this moment, and she certainly does not seem to have a malicious bone in her body. I then feel her...digging around in my longer fur on my scruff, and feeling the slight sticking of the stems. Is she...decorating me?

I have never been decorated with flowers before, and yet if it makes her happy...I guess that is acceptable. For now. She seems rather satisfied with herself once she is finished and she seeks my approval. I cannot particularly see what she did, but I can smell it. I give another nod.

”Hard to see, but yes, very...creative,” I say motioning my head to have her come back around to my forelegs on the ground. I look at the remaining flowers, nosing them gently as I attempt to find the smallest one. She is a rather small girl, and honestly I am not sure if her fur will handle it, but at least I can try for her.