Colors of the Wind

She had not expected to come across another tribe member on this early morning. She did not know many faces of the Tahtla, perhaps just her siblings and deceased parents. Most of the members were much older, wiser and experienced than she was. But that didn't mean she didn't like unfamiliar strangers, in fact, this other ebony female looked around her age. Like her usual calm and relaxed self, the huntress beamed a small smile to the other wolf after dropping her freshly caught rabbit by her earth toned paws. The language that this wolf spoke was definitely more familiar and preferable than the other tongue she had used earlier. The young huntress was expecting the question on how she had come across that language, and she would reply gently, nature's grace easing her lyrics.

"Mo ti a ti wipe bi mo ti nilo lati ya awọn aye ti ti eda fun wa ẹy? lati yọ ninu ewu," Even though she was barely four seasons old, there was maturity and elegance in her voice. "Emi ko mo ti o soro yi ahọn sugbon mo fẹ lati ko o."


Translations:

"I was saying how I needed to take the life of that creature for our tribe to survive."

"I don't know who speaks this tongue but I want to learn it."


"Speech"