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lucky for the stranger, it was really the only word that reigi knew.  from there, she lacked conversational direction.  she also understood the hesitance in his tongue, and decided to revert back to the nonverbal dialect she was most comfortable in.

something moved behind them and one of her ears turned, unalarmed, but she watched the wolf-thing turn to stone beneath the light.  he was skittish, just like the other one had been, and she remained stoic through his anxiety.  she moved deliberatly, slow, moving her limbs in a way that beckoned for a name.