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Koby had been admiring the desert when an accent hit his ears. The snake slowly turned to face Hanzo. Tall enough to look the wolf in the eye - he was kind of glad he could do this even with the larger wolves of these lands. A shiver of excitement moved through him. "Hello!" he greeted his gruff hissy voice having it's own accent. The common tongue wasn't something he entirely enjoyed using but many of the wolves here used it. Then when he pin pointed the accent he stayed a few feet away but tried to lower himself slightly as a gesture of respect. "Watashinonamaeha koby, watashi wa ryokō uranaishidesu" the s's were obviously dragged out but not as badly as when he spoke the English tongue. "Anata no zaisan o yonde moraitaidesu ka? Sore wa watashi ni ōkina yorokobi o motarasudeshou." his head moved a bit. His hood still flat against him.

When looking at this wolf he was magnificent too. The odd colors always brought a twinkle to his eye. The chance of reading the fortune of any creature was something he enjoyed. Perhaps if he did open a ware shop somewhere he could find himself interacting with the wolf species more often.

1. My name is Koby, Im a traveling fortune teller
2.Would you care to have your fortune read? It would bring me great joy.