I Could Stop Time

He was confused by her words, lost and perhaps dazed, muttering only what she understood as "sorry". Why was he sorry? She should be sorry for not realizing he couldn't understand her! He wasn't an unfamiliar tribe member. He was one of those foreign wolves that she had heard of spoken and seen by the senior tribe members. She had always hoped to meet a wolf of a different culture, but somehow the experience wasn't as rewarding as she thought it would be. Anxiousness and caution flooded her emotions, even the fear that she would not be able to communicate to him.

"I am sorry," She began as she rose to her paws, sternly meeting his amazing blue green eyes. They were like the oceans where fishers always caught fresh food. She shook her head as if she was scolding herself. "You no speak tribe tongue."

It was then she decided to slowly approach the dusty sand pelted man. She wanted to ask him so many questions, where he came from, what it was like in distant lands, what tribe he belonged it, what his family was like...but she couldn't. She didn't know how to speak those words so he could understand. Instead, she would manage to choke out an inquiry, knowing it would sound basic to the stranger. "You come...far land?"

Could he understand? Would she be able to understand him?

"Speech"