keep your head UP nothing lasts forever

At the other wolf's explanation of his words, Irin felt herself deflating quickly. Well, it seemed that 'Intereo' wasn't a mystical and pretty name of a long lost lover. It was just a foreign language, one that Irin had never heard before. It was very . . . uh, short. What had been a sentence in the language that they spoke had been only a word in that other language. Maybe then two words was like a really long sentence? This foreign language had captured Irin's attention effortlessly, drawing her thoughts away from the thoughts of this wolf being a ghost, and of the shimmering lights beneath the ice.



It took her several moments to remember her manners and answer the ghostly wolf, "Maybe I can help?" The words were soft, almost anxious as Irin responded, "I know a little bit of the area," She didn't know much of it, though. But she knew enough that she was willing to try and help this mysterious wolf. Maybe he really was on a quest to find a long lost female, one that he loved with all of his heart, and that word he had spoken was a fragment of a language that he had shared only with her.



By spinning a happier truth in her mind, Irin was able to ignore the fact that she knew nothing about this wolf and convince herself that the dreams she had woven were true. "The ice?" She asked brilliantly when the other wolf spoke, head tilting slightly, "I don't know. Maybe there are stars under the ice." It was one of the more reasonable of her theories about the ice. The others including the glowing ice to be a path that lead to the realm of eternal summer that she had imagined might lurk just around any corner in this frozen world. But Irin figured he'd probably laugh if he heard that theory.



And anyways, Irin had more questions for the male. "What's a . . . matress prolipsis?" Her tongue stumbled over the foreign words as Irin turned a curious gaze on the other wolf.



"speech"