Lost Lamb

He listened very carefully as she explained, beginning to move once again down the treacherous mountain pass once she stepped over the narrow part of it safely and met him on the other side. As she did so, he continued to walk next to her through it at a much slower pace so that she didn't have to focus so much on where she was going. He wanted her to keep her train of thought, as he truly wanted to know more about this little Lamb.

She knew about healing, and honestly the only other two in the pack that he could think of that shared the knowledge of healing was his wife and daughter... another nose tuned to sniffing out herbs could be useful, so he filed that information away for later use. Tana had yet to prove her worth as a Lamb, let alone someone trusted to go out and gather herbs.. but it was a thought. What she said next made him pause in his steps just for a split second as he looked her over, curious as to who she learned the language of The Apollyon from and how well she understood it.

"Et tam ipsi quam lingua doceat vos senex?" He spoke slow, through hushed tones and curiously spoken words. He wasn't sure how well she knew it, so he made sure to speak clearly and focused on his articulation.