112 It gets better (various pov)

My gaze was on the ring, unable to tear it away. This design seemed to fit me somehow. The tiny stars scattered through the spiralling ring sparkling in the reflective light.

I felt bothered somehow…

Characters written in the olden tongue from my home realm. Those words were what kept being repeated in my head.

These characters came from the Hyena clan.

The Hyenas had then taught this language to their allies who then passed it to their children who passed it to their own; spreading it throughout our realm calling it the Eastern mesh tongue.

They had said it was a result of joining; a combination of cultures to create a new tongue when the world fell. My birth mother had not spoken much about the old world because the information is not many.

They two had shown us that our weaker side was also a form that can be used and this tongue spoken was much easier to pronounce than the growls, howls, roars and hisses.