That's Different
07-27-2013, 11:00 AM
ooc: Hover for translation. If you can't then it means "that way."
Violet orbs watch the wolf in curiosity. It was kind of entertaining, his reaction to seeing her and when she made her way down towards him. She did expect it of course, no wolf would just bravely stand there and act like it wasn't strange or scary to see a bear come lumbering to them, let alone speak their language. That was why she didn't mind his staring, not commenting on it.
Head tilted when he took a small step back, lips pulling in a small smirk. "You can speak the language of wolves..." She gave a slow nod of her head, catching him taking a step forward. Then he apologized for bothering her, asking if there were any packs around here.
Zanire sniffed the air, shifting her weight onto her front limbs and and let her back ones slid out from under her, rolling back onto her rump and giving a nod of her head. With a massive paw she lifted it from the ground, pointing in some direction.
"De cette fa?on." She said in a language unfamiliar to the male but was her second language taught to her by her mother. She lowered her paw and glanced back towards the wolf, lifting it back up to rub at the side of her snout. "Pack that way, I smell sometime, but no know they name or what like." She answered his question, showing just how broken her speech was, still learning.
"normal.
talk.
think.
you."
Violet orbs watch the wolf in curiosity. It was kind of entertaining, his reaction to seeing her and when she made her way down towards him. She did expect it of course, no wolf would just bravely stand there and act like it wasn't strange or scary to see a bear come lumbering to them, let alone speak their language. That was why she didn't mind his staring, not commenting on it.
Head tilted when he took a small step back, lips pulling in a small smirk. "You can speak the language of wolves..." She gave a slow nod of her head, catching him taking a step forward. Then he apologized for bothering her, asking if there were any packs around here.
Zanire sniffed the air, shifting her weight onto her front limbs and and let her back ones slid out from under her, rolling back onto her rump and giving a nod of her head. With a massive paw she lifted it from the ground, pointing in some direction.
"De cette fa?on." She said in a language unfamiliar to the male but was her second language taught to her by her mother. She lowered her paw and glanced back towards the wolf, lifting it back up to rub at the side of her snout. "Pack that way, I smell sometime, but no know they name or what like." She answered his question, showing just how broken her speech was, still learning.
"normal.
talk.
think.
you."