"What pig? Bring to me. I want taste." A raspy voice slithered out from underneath the Chief's shawl, each word sounding like a task to get out as if it didn't quite grasp the language, and that its vocal cords weren't used to speaking at all. The fact that it could grasp language to any such degree caused Belladonna to stop in her tracks and frown in surprise, staring at it as if she had just heard a Chimpanzee speak.
"You speak? Now that is a surprise. Although by the sounds of it, I doubt that you would be able to effectively beg for your life.
Not that it would really change anything if you could... but it might be nice to hear nonetheless. At the very least its better than the mindless screeching of the small ones."
