A Summer Job

"Oh. Uhm..." It hadn't really occured to Abby that the people here were different from the ones back home. I mean, it should've. This was an entirely new continent, of course they'd do things differently. Now she'd have to attempt to explain what dictionaries were. "Where I used to live, scholars were common place. I guess it was important to leave something behind if we got wiped out suddenly, it wasn't the safest place to live." She looked down at her feet briefly, reminiscing. Were she lived, no where was safe. it was flashfloods and large sharks by the coast, and nothing but harsh desert and snakes inland.
"Dictionaries are... collections of words and symbols. Wolves have so many words for things, so we needed a big book to remember them all." She didn't expect the large king to not know about dictionaries, nor did she expect it was she who would have to tell him about them. These were strange, strange times.

At least she'd made him laugh. She liked making other people laugh, it let her know that she wasn't a complete waste of time.

"Don't get the wrong idea though." She quickly added. "I'm no scholar. I think better on my feet." She didn't want to be stuck in a dank den recording things, though even if she was an intellectual she didn't expect that kind of work from this pack. From first impressions, she had a feeling there would be a lot of good, hard labour involved. She was fine with that, she needed to build those nonexistent muscles.

This was quickly confirmed by Tyrian. All of it sounded managable, though castration made a wince a little. Poor rams.

She laughed a little as he briefly summarised the overall personality of the packmembers. "I'd ask unique how, but I don't think I'd like the answer." She jested. It did make her a little nervous, but with a fellow so outwardly polite as Tyrian, how bad could they be?