Speech // thought // French

The snow seemed to be receding, and the spring bounty would soon be on its way. A shapely shadow stepped carefully over the snow banks and swept her tail lowly behind her. Each movement was made with careful fluidity, each time she placed a paw on the ground it was another step in the dance of her movements. She leaped over a knoll like a lithe fox onto the slick soil on the other side, as lightly as if she were one with the winds.

Her ears perked as she heard a noise and watched as the clusters of small prey descended into their burrows. She huffed into the air, frustrated, she had been tracking one for her lunch.
She looked around for the source of the noise and spotted... a caravan of sorts. Several wolves together all heading up north. Was this a pack? They smelled of many packs! And of ash! They must be leaving a celebration. They were being led by a massive wolf and had a cart with them. Curiosity drew the French woman nearer. She kept pace with them for a short distance. Was that a wolf with wings? She had never seen such a thing!

Wylan was returning back to the Armada. He felt a little beat by all the excitement of meeting so many new faces. But it would be good to go home as well. He wanted to collapse in his treehouse, and have a good long nap before he needed to start up his chores again.

Wylan was trotting off to the side of the group a little, looking out into the wilderness with curiosity when he realised there was a wolf watching them. “I’ll catch up!” he called out to Basilisk, and broke off to go see what the wolf was doing. “Hello!” He called out, voice friendly and welcoming. “You alright?”

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She slowed her pace as the stranger approached her from the caravan, her tail swaying nervously behind her.
The wolf's wings were massive! He seemed very friendly and she couldn't help herself from giving him a warm delighted smile.

"Bon...'ello!" She greeted in turn, nearly using her homeland's tongue, "Pardo'n zhe intruzion, I 'ave never seen such... Mmmm... des ailes... eh, Zhe zhings on your back! Are zhey.. réels?"(Are they real) She asked innocently, trying to find the words to translate. As she spoke she had not stopped moving, back and forth, side to side, one step, two step. Her nervousness was palpable but eager. Where had they come from? Where where they going? What pack was this? Was he the only one with wings? How often was he even asked this question... Oh, he was probably so tired of such conversations already... her wildflower eyes glanced back at the receding caravan, no others seemed to have such appendages but the massive beast that led them was an oddity as well. If they all knew her tongue how well she could speak and gather more information! She wouldn't have to translate every time she had to say something!

Seeing her warm smile, Wylan was more than happy to return it. Grinned at the smaller wolf, inviting her in with his expressions. He did tilt his head a little to the side, though his warm expression never faltered. Her words were… strange. He’d never heard their like before.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’ve never heard that language before.” he apologised, clearly regretful that he didn’t immediately understand her. “But you're talking about my wings, right? You can touch them if you want?” he suggested, tilting one of his wings down so she could have a better look at them. “I’m Wylan!” he said, hoping he wasn’t speaking too fast for her.


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She nodded curtly, knowing he wouldn't know her language it was rare for someone here to know. She was grateful he remained warm and inviting!

She nodded more emphatically as he offered to touch his wings! She was taken aback, her body suddenly still, "Pour de vrai?" (for real?) Each rolling sound a purr in her throat. Gingerly she noses a feather, her nose feeling it. It was real!

"I am Iris!" She greeted delightedly, pulling the last part of her name out longer to the sound of eerie but with a rolling purr in the middle. "It is good to meet!" She exclaimed stepping back from his wing.

"Where is it you are going?" She asked with a flick of her tail. She hoped he didn't mind the intrusion.

“Errr…” Wylan said a little sheepishly, not having the foggiest idea of what she was saying. “Go ahead” he said, seeing her hesitation, and wondering if perhaps she wasn’t sure about his wings. They wouldn’t bite! (much). But no, really, he was fine with people investigating them. He got that they were curious.

She touched her nose to a feather, and he grinned at her. They were cool, right? “Pleasure to meet you, too, Iris.” he said warmly. “We’re heading home” he explained, nodding his head back to the group of wolves heading back to the Armada. “We live in the far North. We went down to Auster to see the Hallows.”


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