Old Faces Don't Mean Old Souls

The scent that reached his nose was odd to him, it didn't smell like any of the wolves he knew. But then again, he didn't really know many wolves at all. He spun, head tilting as a large male came into view. He was a pretty good looking guy, with feathers coming out of his head. Woah! His jaw dropped when he looked at him, golden eyes wide. "Ni o wa ti o apakan eye tabi nkankan ?" He asked, the words that left his mouth not English at all. However, to him it sounded just like any other words. He had no memory of even learning all these languages, so to him it all sounded the same. He didn't even realize that it was Yoruba, or that this wolf would most likely not understand him. He had done it once with Anais already, speaking German without even realizing it. He didn't understand why she didn't know his words, or that it may be possible that this gentleman wouldn't have a clue what he said.

Lebrah was really curious about this stranger, and took a few steps forward. Could he have wings hidden in all that fur? And what were those pretty things tied all around him? He just had a single bangle around his leg, nothing as pretty as what this guy had. And his feather like markings as well, but that was a whole other story. Eying the larger man, he let out an excited bark and dropped into a play bow. "Fi mi rẹ iyẹ !"