Teaching, she had never been good at it. The only thing that was good was when she instructed others on the principles of battling, training. That was where she excelled. But this was a different case. This was someone she had taken in and had adopted as her child. As her daughter. Would she even be a good mother? She wanted to ask Dazir what she wanted though. She had been through hell it seemed and she wanted what was best for the young child. She did not want her caged, isolated from Tanglewood as that wouldn't be a life at all. So she had gone out early in the morning to capture another water buffalo. Taken the horns as a gift for her child and then split the carcass up. She tried to ignite the charred areas where her paws had scorched the flesh and skin. Ignored the memories of the keening cries as the beast burned. She offered the tongue to Cipactli and then continued on her way.

Now in town with the food she called out, a chittering noise leaving her throat as she sought the kid. Her tail wavered in the air back and forth as she sat down and once the other approached she would lightly tap her paw against the ground. "We begin lessons today. She needs to learn to speak. Speaking is key, tells stories and personality. Her tongue is still but will soon open up."

[member=16838]Dazir[/member]