Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

Azaria approached, her posture low and submissive and addressed him as 'sir' which made the usually aloof and stoic Roman's features widen in a grin and he laughed. "I haven't been addressed as 'sir' for a long time," he told her once the laughter subsided, his bright turquoise eyes twinkling with some kind of mysterious amusement. "Romans are more...formal than the wolves of this Teekon Wilds. It isn't really necessary since most wolves here just address me as Raz or Raziel. But..." Raziel smirked. "I would be lying if I said I didn't miss it."

He glanced up at the Northerner, realised she was still standing and patted the spot next to him with a silver paw while keeping eye contact with her. Raziel inclined his head, indicating that she should sit down next to him. "Bit arrogant of me to like being called 'sir' huh?" Raz smiled, albeit a bit sadly as a wave of nostalgia washed through him. Then he shook his head as if to clear the interrupting thoughts from his head.

"Anyways..." Raziel wrapped his tail around his paws, dipped his proud sterling crown to lick at the ruffled fur on his chest before continuing. "I called you over because of my...somewhat annoying curiosity. I was wondering..since you come from the North...what is your native tongue?"