Good Terms

In no time somebody had come to answer her call. Violet eyes fell upon a wolf approaching, stiff legged and hackles raised. Of course it would react in such a manner. Bears were not to be brushed off as if they were no big deal, they were dangerous and should be feared. Unlike most though Zanire did not see to cause trouble with the canines, being helped and raised with them she had a higher respect for the animals and whenever possible she tried to let them know she was a friend, not foe.

The wolf had stopped a few yards from her, waiting for her to speak. She noted his size, quite large for a wolf, bigger than mot she has seen in her lifetime. Yet it didn't bother her in any way, she did not fear him. So clearing her throat the beast pushed herself up, standing on all fours with her gaze on the male. Greetings wolf. I Zanire, I friend of wolf. I come to speak to leader, are you leader of this pack? Her speech was choppy, still not used to talking in wolf tongue but was able to speak in a way that they could understand her.





"normal.
talk.
think.
you."