Fairspell Meadow the world has turned and left me here

She spoke; it was a defining moment for the both of them, because so few wolves had ever spoken around Tsukiko - and with the language she utilized - that he was, for a second, unsure of what he heard. There was the obvious manner of her posture, the tone of the sound, and yet an accent and an attentiveness that each juxtaposed the other (at least to Tsukiko).

His tail wagged a couple times like a true pendulum, then fell flat against his hocks. The man listened intently, wondering if she'd try to make more noises or if she was waiting for something from him - for he was feral, but not stupid. All he could muster however was a pleasant note, something hummed from deep in his chest that was at best, inviting.