He didn't think it would be her first litter, nay she bore the signs of previous nursing. He didn't answer her question however, merely gave a shrug of his scarred shoulders, and he listened with interest as she spoke of the birth of both her pups and her pack. "Tuar maith chun tús a chur an pacá leis an saol nua." Korr's tail wagged once, and his lip twitched at the obvious adoration in her voice.
"Tá áthas orm go bhfuil tú do chroí." He followed her gaze to the land around them, an ear twitching as she named the place. "Mearbhall tú liom. Conas is féidir leat ainm a áit?" The claiming confused him as well. Land could not be claimed by anything save a god, and names were for wolves, not grasses and trees and sky and earth. If this place was 'Vericona Plains', did that mean every blade of grass was 'Vericona Plains'? Every breath of air?
These people confused him.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair Mo Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think
