She was growing quickly and starting to thrive in this place, of course no one understood her but that was ok by her. The temperature today was just wonderful, though she hadn't seen the, what she guessed was the alphess by now, yet today. Her smile was bright as could be though as she leaped among the long grasses. If someone didn't know what they were looking at they might mistake her for a rabbit in the field, lest they have a bird's eye view. She was quiet except the giggles and bubbly laughter she released each time she would have only her ears surface in the fields. Each time she would leap up she left at least five to six feet between her last leap and the current one. She was near the borders but still had no clue about them really. She didn't even know the new rule, of course who could expect her to with her limited English.

Her ears were erect and her body relaxed unless she was preparing to jump again. Her tail washed lightly with her self made game of jumping and running. She still didn't quite feel she needed to be with the other pups for entertainment, but she had watched them from afar. Every tussle they had she had watched since she got here. It was all a good learning experience for her. Her eyes were bright today with her joy. Her bony bounded forward only to leap up once more. Her ears barely emerged out of the grass and she was earthbound once more. A bubble of laughter rose as she hit the ground. This long grass was perfect for this game, the only thing that could make it better was someone to hunt her, in play of course. But she was also doing it to wait, she knew sooner or later she might catch someone walking the line they were always walking around here.

The man had been traveling in the lands of Boreas for quite some time now. Though he was getting used to the fact that he was around these wolves the male felt a bit… restless. He hadn’t had a job since arriving in this place and that alone felt foreign to the aging wolf. Still, at the same time, he had to admit that it felt a bit nice too. He was able to focus on himself for a little bit, as well as visit with Zephyr and Mara respectively. It got the man to thinking how things could change over time… and, with a shake of his head, he pressed onward.

He had no destination in mind, only the forward moving motion of his paws to lead him anywhere. His ears perked forward, silvery-gray eyes scanning the terra. He had took notice of the borders of a pack nearby, but was content to keep walking by them rather than stopping to howl for the leader. He wasn’t the sort to favor packs… their mindless loyalty. Still… Félicien glanced in the direction of the pack. He had to admit he was a bit curious as to the individuals that lived there. Perhaps they’d be interested in a mercenary for hire?

He slowed, tail giving a thoughtful swish. For once the man had his guard down… especially if it was down enough to let a young pup go by unnoticed.

Well that definitely wasn't one of the usuals walking the line. She dropped and scooted to the edge of the tall grass. Her nose poked out and she watched for what felt like forever. Her eyes were on him and as he moved she paralleled him. Was he supposed to be here? She didn't know. She tried to stay as hidden as possible though still watch him. Her game might have to wait for now. Her voice came with her accent and French flawlessly. "Bonjour Monsieur! Vous n'êtes pas un cauchemar, n'est-ce pas?" she tried to keep back in the grass then. Hopefully he didn't catch sight of her. If he was a nightmare she knew to run and hide at least. Her ears pressed forward and she wasn't letting him out of her sight. If he didn't understand though it was probably best that someone who knew English found him. She just wasn't sure how to get the attention of someone. She did know that when Faite had howled everyone came, so she couldn't do that. Barking might not be loud enough either but it was the only other thing she had. Though she was willing to wait for now until he made it clear if he understood or not. Walk, "Talk" Think

What was this? A little French speaker it seemed, her voice rising from the grasses near him. Félicien stopped completely, his ears perking forward as silvery-gray eyes flashed with a little bit of interest. It had been quite some time since he’d last met someone who spoke his main tongue. The brute tilted his head to the side, feeling in a surprisingly good mood because of the fact. "Un cauchemar? Non, petit ... Pas un cauchemar dont vous devez craindre de toute façon.” He chuckled softly, leaning down to see if he could pinpoint exactly where she was. It would just take a moment… and it’d be more convenient if he could actually see her. “Voulez-vous sortir? Je ne vais pas vous blesser. Sur mon honneur en tant que guerrier.” Perhaps a bit of gentle convincing was all it would take... depending on how naive the child actually was.

{{“A nightmare? No, little one… Not a nightmare you need to fear anyway.”}}

{{“Will you come out? I’m not going to hurt you. On my honor as a warrior.”}}

Ooc:: Too lazy to actually use the translation code. xD

There always seemed to be a lot of things on her mind lately which was starting to feel like a normal thing. Her mind hadn't calmed down since her pregnancy and it'd only escalated from there. Children, the death of her mother, Regulus coming home, her own pack, not knowing what had happened to Ritsy, and now Jewell, a pup who she couldn't even properly speak to. It'd been one thing after another so of course her mind was always occupied. At the present moment her main concern was for the pup who didn't seem to have any family - she'd taken her in like one of her own for now. She imagined that if anyone would claim the pup as theirs they would have done so by now and she couldn't remember any brilliantly marked wolves around except for Liar's mate at the challenge and Jewell certainly hadn't smelled like that woman. The fact that the young wolf couldn't speak english worried her. It meant Faite would have to keep an eye on her more-so than her other children simply because she wouldn't understand the rules. Her main concern was for the fact no wolves under the age of one were allowed to leave pack lands unaccompanied. All it would take was Jewell crossing over the territory line and she'd be at the mercy of any loner who happened to walk by. At least within the borders she had a reasonable chance of not being bothered. After all, who would want to take on an entire pack? She trailed after the young pup from a distance and followed her scent easily enough. She didn't want to impose on her privacy, if that's what she desired, but she wasn't about to let her go unsupervised either. It probably seemed a bit stalker-ish but Faite merely wanted to look out for Jewell's best interests. So she was content to be a stalker and as it turned out she was glad she did. The scent of a loner accompanied by the rainbow pup's scent wafted towards her on a breeze and Faite's pace quickened. She reached the pair, Jewell hiding somewhere out of sight in the grass, and the male outside of the territory in plain view. She approached with her tail high and yet she let her demeanor remain calm. There was no point in assuming the worst quite yet - she'd be friendly for now. "Greetings. What brings you to Lirim's borders?" Walk, "Talk" Think

Félicien paused, though not because he heard another response from the French speaking child. No, this voice belonged to an adult, and what seemed to be an authoritative one at that. Féli straightened, and though he did not smile, there was nothing threatening about his stance or demeanor as he looked over towards the woman. From what he gathered this place was called Lirim… a packland. He was hardly interested in a pack, but perhaps this could be beneficial yet. He’d just have to play things by ear.

“Passing by, mostly. Until a certain little French voice caught my attention.” Félicien let out a soft chuckle at this. Sure he hadn’t seen the child, but he knew well enough what she had been saying. “Do many of the Lirim wolves know French by chance?” For now he spoke in idle conversation, his tail swishing lightly back and forth. He wasn’t looking for trouble, at least yet, so he might as well appear to be a friendly old man, no? Silver eyes fixed on the woman, examining her and waiting for her to speak again.

He was ready to see where this conversation might lead.