[ Amon copied her script while repeating aloud each letter to better his understanding of the English alphabet. So far is all seemed deceptively simple but much like his own language it had far too many unnecessary homonyms and self-contradictory grammar. ]

Spider rats, but they mostly enjoy an indulged existence like yours cats do I'm sure. [ He remembered one particularly fat tomcat that stalked their underground base for the odd morsel of vermin, and had privately suspected recruits of feeding it scraps. Out of seeming blessed nowhere the memory stirred him to chuckle quietly. ]

Of course we have dogs, how silly of you to ask. [ There is no indication of whether or not he is pulling her leg. ] And wolves. Especially wolves.

[ Amon throws himself into a silent fit of copying down what snatches of English he had picked up over the course of their lesson in relative silence for the longer half of an awkward moment. It's only when the abandoned thread of their conversation crosses his mind does he speak again. ]

The dead- what do they look like?