a new soul to the old hell

Each moment, a new wolf arrived to their little conversation. Jorrvaskr turned her pale golden eyes to the young boy approaching the group, speaking some words in her language. But she could easy notice by his accent that he was not so familiar with Dovahzul, and he actually used the Grohiikzul. “You know?” Her ears where high when she asked him. “Your Fahdon? Friend?” The ashes colored canine always forget to translate some words sometimes. Now, even the members of Celestial themselves told that Jorrvaskr could go with Avalon and meet this wolf that could possibly speak the same tongue as the grey female. Indecision get to the she-wolf again, and with low ears, she took another look to both of the alphas in front of her.

Ugh, decisions where so awful. Even more when you had to choose between such kind people, but divided in two nations. Struggling again with the words in Grohiikzul, the actual ‘English’ Faite said, she returned to her last phrase. “Krosis… I will follow Regulus… But wish to Grind, meet, the Grohiik you say.” Less nervous now, she could actually associate more words. “Daar Kos Lot” She smiled to the young female by her side, who offered help with this new idiom. “It would be great”.