Things were, well, miserable to say the least. Their home was soggy, there had been Hell on earth when the last storm hit... Anselm would lay upon the soggy ground beneath a willow tree with his ears pinned flat against his skull. He didn’t like this. The Gods seemed to be angry with the wolves of Argead and he didn’t know why. He just knew that they were suffering... Was it because Mithras had formed the pack at all? Anselm had some doubts. But Domino didn’t show any signs of wavering loyalty and, unable to express his deep concerns, Anselm would stay put as well. He worried deeply for the safety of Argead’s members... And hoped that this rocky time would pass. Tail would flick, curling around his nose as he let out a soft, barely audible sigh. He missed the dry days and nights... Sleeping when it was warm instead of cold and wet. Purple eyes would close, shutting out the night around him. His ears would remain perked, however, waiting for his brother’s return. ""

The packlands were soggy to say the least and Estelle very much felt herself longing for dry land and not for the first time wondered if her decision to join the pack was a bad one. Paws treaded damp ground and she pushed her way through wet draping branches. She hobbled around with no real plan or objective in mind. The scent of another wolf eventually reached her and she adjusted her course. It occurred to her she ought to make an effort to socialize with her pack mates. Following the scent Estelle eventually found herself before a chocolate colored male, a bit younger than she was. “Hallo.” She spoke softly, accented voice wrapping awkwardly around the word. "Pouvez-vous m'entendre?" Hover for translations

Socializing, for Anselm, was not at the top of his priorities list. He didn’t even think anyone would make an attempt if he didn’t go to them first. But a soft voice, tinged with the tones of a foreigner, would reach his ears. The appendages would twitch and Anselm would lift his head, light purple gaze flicking to the woman that had addressed him. Tail would twitch thoughtfully and mouth would open ever so slightly. But no words came out. No words ever came out. Anselm would furrow his brow, a frown appearing on his face as he tilted his head to the side. This was... Well this was great. How on earth was he supposed to tell this femme he couldn’t talk with her? Oh why couldn’t she have come when Dom was here...

"Speech"