a new soul to the old hell

Her attention shifted to him as he greeted her, and while he saw the understanding in his eyes, or at least, no sign that she didn’t understand his language, when she spoke, it was hesitant, and in a thick accent, as though she didn’t speak the common tongue very often. He nodded simply, pausing as she offered a word in an unfamiliar language.

His head cocked slightly at her last query, before he shook his head offering apologetically, “No, I’m afraid not. Can you teach me a bit, though? I wouldn’t mind learning, if it would help you. My name is Regulus Anatolii Adravendi, by the way. I am the leader of a pack southwest of here.” Was that too much too soon for someone not completely familiar with the language?

His haunches settled to the ground as he studied her curiously. Leader he may be, but he was one with a ready mind for learning, eagerly soaking up anything new to be learned, whether it be fighting techniques, hunting styles, or healing methods. And languages? He especially adored learning new languages.