a new soul to the old hell

This words used by the male where not hard at all. I her thoughts, the grayish canine was pretty proud of herself to be so used to understand this language, but quite frustrated to be so hard to put them in practice and actually say it. Anyway, she was trying her best to speak with this uncommon looking wolf, with the title of the leader of a nearby pack. Interesting, and just in time.

After he was finished, it was her time to speak, and as traditions in her homeland, Jorr did a slight bow with her head, greeting the male. “Drem yo lok, Jun Regulus.” She said with a timid smile in her mouth, making sure to be polite enough in calling him leader. “Zu’u…” She started, but already stopped after the word in Grohiikzul. “I am Jorrvaskr” In a moment of audacity, the she-wolf decided to approach a few steps to the pack leader, lowering the head a little bit to make sure he understood she meant no harm. “You’re Jun… Leader. I am… Rogue. Seeking new home.” There was actually no words in Dovahzul for ‘rogue’, so this one she have learned by first, since was the only thing Jorrvaskr heard others calling her. She hoped that, even speaking so badly, this alpha would understand that her intentions were of, possibly, join his group, with unknown territory for the outsider female.