a new soul to the old hell

In short time, a voice called for Jorr’s attention, making the she-wolf lower her head again, turning to the sounds direction with ears turned up, quite surprised. In front of her, a few meters always, a wolf with the same color as blood was standing, looking calm and showing no harm to the female.

She got him her paws while he was talking. Jorrvaskr could perfectly understand this language most of the wolves used to speak outside Tamariel, but for her, was hard to use this words for herself. “Battle… Field?” She tried to reply the male’s words, doing her best to do not sound too weird. In her mind, she searched for a word similar in Dovahzul, that she could actually name this place. She looked again to the red wolf, after her pale golden eyes have turned to the ground, forcing her mind to assimilate both languages. “Frod?” Her soft voice coming out of the throat was derationed to the stranger in her company. Well, probably he didn’t know anything about the ancient language she has learned in her childhood. “You know Dovahzul?”