"Owlet" Zane walked around to the side of the stag she was on, "Animals have their own language, one that you nor anyone else could understand. I, being part animal, recognize and understand this language. I can quite literally talk to animals, or more directly the nature of the animal. That night when you were hunting the stag and I shouted, I would bet you didn't even hear me. But your body did" Zane summoned power into his voice, "and your body reacted to it." Any normal person would not, at first, understand what Zane said, but if they dug deep into themselves, they would understand.
Zane laid his hand onto the stag, running his hand along it's soft fur. "And animals communicate with me, but using body language instead of the vocalized language." It wasn't often that Zane reviled the language of the animals. But it wasn't like Owlet could use it, the language didn't come naturally to humans anymore.