Wolf RPG

Being in this new Khalas was quite the experience. She wasn't sure why they were marking this place so much. Weren't they tracking their herds of prey and they were marking this place with all their scents. Zhavvi knew from the other pack that you weren't suppose to cross that line. Maybe it was the same when another Khalas stole your herd. That was a no go. It meant instant war. Probably it meant the same. A soft sigh left her lips, so confused about this place. It wasn't like she could ask, not really. There is also this mountain they lived on, did that mean they walked over the graves of their dead people? She was not going to comment on it even is she could ask. She was here to recover and grow fatter not to create fights. Maybe when she was more healthy. She could do that.

Zhavvi carefully walked up the water bank of the streaming river, figuring no dead bodies would be lying here. In Dorthran tradition powerful wolves would get buried on top of a mountain so they would be closer to the gods. Zhavvi's small paws even waded through the water since she didn't trust the trees. The wound on her neck was a thick crust, but it was healing. After a while she reached a waterfall, her eyes marvelled at the falling water. She had never seen such an amazing thing living on plains, only very small ones. She decided to take a dip and clean out her wound. Her lithe body eagerly took in a few gulps of fresh water and lowered herself so the crust on the bite mark would slowly soak off.

The grey wolf approached the falls where the unfamiliar scent trail led. Chaska had guessed that it was a new pack member, and felt obligated to introduce himself. He had been doing that a lot. Normally, he was more closed up towards others, but something about this pack changed that.

He found that he was right when he spotted the owner of the scent. A wolfess, with shades of grey, black and brown making up her pelt, had her head bent down to the water. He approached slowly, but not too quietly, not wanting to surprise her too much.

"Hello" he said from behind, hoping not to alarm the wolfess too much.

Zhavvi was keen on getting her wound clean. She now wished she would have pursued healer too, but she didn't so she was just cleaning her wound with water and what she could reach with her tongue. Zhavvi heard the other wolf coming but pretended she didn't. She couldn't talk their language so what was the point. But then the male spoke to her, a word she knew! Zhavvi slowly turned around and peeked at him with her green eyes. "Helloww," she spoke with a heavy accent.

She was curious what the male wanted of her. Probably her name of just wanting to know who she was. He didn't seem eager to attack her though. Zhavvi started at him, unsure of what he wanted from her.

Chaska eyed the wolf curiously. She had repeated his greeting, but how she did it was odd. She seemed to speak with an accent he had not heard before. It raised the question of whether she belonged here, or if she was intruder. But the latter would be near impossible, so he went with the former.

"Uh..yes. What's your name?" he asked, hoping that she could understand his language. The presence of an accent may have meant she knew another language as a base one. And he didn't want to make things awkward.

Zhavvi curiously looked at the other. He spoke something again, a sentence she couldn't understand. She wanted to try really hard but then her mind process 'name' which she knew by now. Name. Okay she could do that. "Zhavvi," she returned. Her accent fitting with the word perfectly. She might want a name chance because her old name reminded her of her old past. She wanted to learn this tongue better. She sat down in the water and tipped her head as she looked at the male, asking him in body language what his name was.

The wolfess spoke her name, and it fit her accent perfectly. Then she tipped her head. Chaska recognized  the gesture from a wolf he had known from his birth pack that could not speak. It meant that they wished to know his name, and so he complied.

"Chaska" he answered. He then repeated in a slow manner, hopefully teaching her how to pronounce. "Chaaa-sss-kaaa." His attention diverted to a wound on her neck, and wondered how she may have received it, but didn't ask. He wasn't one to intrude on private matters, and it may have involved something very private.

Zhavvi nodded softly as the other spoke out his name. "Chassska!," she repeated. "Chaska," she repeated another time. This word was better on her tongue she liked it and give him a bit of a smile. Which was very rare for Zhavvi to do. She noticed that he looked at he wound and Zhavvi wondered what the other thought about it. It wasn't like she could tell him what happened, or wait. Maybe she can!

"Zhavvi, Run," she spoke as an explaination. That is what she said to her new Khal and it made her get accepted in this pack. She casted her green eyes at the grey male. Hopefully he would get with that word that Zhavvi had been running away from her pack.

Chaska nodded as the wolfess, Zhavvi, spoke his name without error. So now he knew that this wolf could learn quickly. But then her next line of speech confused him. Did she want him to play? Or was she telling him something else?

"Zhavvi run?" He played it over and over in his head, and then, combining it with the marks on her neck, he pieced things together. It formed a horrible image.

"You ran from your pack?" he mumbled. It must have been hard, especially if one is sent away instead of choosing to leave themselves. He gave her a sympathetic look. He knew how to felt to lose a pack. But what he didn't know was that how it happened was very different.  "I know how it feels. To lose everything" he added, not knowing that she did not understand. But perhaps his body language did, with his slumped shoulders and sad look.

Zhavvi nodded stiffly when he repeated from what she had said. She tipped her head a bit at the word 'pack' she had heard it before and she was almost certain that it meant Khalas. She didn't know the other words but she wanted to repeat them. "Zhavvi Run fom Pak!," she repeated, though it didn't sound too much like it but it would do. She watched his sad expression and then shook her head.

She moved forward and tried to move her paw against his nose, like saying more deliberately no. No Sad. No Sad. Zhavvi then sat down and smiled. "Zhavvi... Zhavvi...," after she spoke her name she let out a big smile since she didn't know the word for happy/glad/relieved.

Chaska understood that he was correct. In a way. Zhavvi was a runaway. An outcast from her pack, no doubt her origin pack. That must have been upset, yet she didn't seem to act it. So either she was good at hiding emotion, or she wasn't upset at all.

She began speaking her name over and over, as if trying to think of something else. Chaska noticed that she spoke with her name to refer to herself, and believed that she was trying to find a word. He guessed it would be a word that explained her emotions, so he helped her.

"Zhavvi happy?" he queried. Perhaps she would know that word. Or at least the meaning.

Zhavvi looked up when Chaska said a new word. She was smiling so it must meant smile, happy, glad or any of those words. Zhavvi slowly nodded. "Zhavvi Hapi," she repeated. She repeated the word in the her head. She leaned a new word today. Slowly she would be getting better. The slender female shook herself dry after getting out of the water. Her wound was cleaned and she even expressed how she felt about leaving. She was finally off leash. The female thought it would make her even more of a monster but it turns out that being off leash made her 'Hapi'. So the monster didn't surface.

The slender female watched the grey male that was in the Khalas with her. "Chasska," she spoke. She needed to think. Normally she wasn't eager on meeting new people but this was her pack mate so she needed to be nice. "Zhavvi hapi .... Chaska...," she spoke, that didn't sound right. She was happy that she met him but she didn't know how to say that. "Zhavvi hapi hellow Chaska." Now she probably sounded like an idiot. At least she was trying.

Chaska nodded as she spoke. The word he guessed was correct, and had helped her. Zhavvi truly was a first learner. But then she spoke some more, and it made little sense. He quirked a brow ridge, cocking his head to the side. She still needed some practice.

"Zhavvi happy Chaska hello?" He thought over it, and came to a conclusion, though he was unsure it was the right one for it. "Zhavvi happy she met Chaska?" Obviously, he was glad to greet her. But he would not let an attachment get too friendly. The more attachments you get, the more heartbreak you make.

Zhavvi watched the male repeat her words and she slowly squinted her eyes. "Shmett?," she repeated questioningly. "Zhavvi Hapi Shmett Chaska," she then repeated what the male just said. He could have learned her anything really. She trusted him that he would learn her the right words. Oh well. She raised her chin a bit, feeling gleeful that she had learned so many new things.

"Zhavvi go!," she then spoke and nodded goodbye to him. She couldn't stay around for chitchat all day. She would have to find herbs that were poisonous and then study them for her next trade. She liked poisons a lot because they could make a wolf feel awful and maybe even kill. Oh yes.

Chaska smiled at the she wolf as she left, but is slowly disappeared when she was gone, replaced with confusion. It wasn't everyday he met a wolf of a different language. Only a few times had he done so, but they were mostly unsocial to foreigners. This one was...different. Though she would learn overtime. At least, he hoped so. Or it would be a bit harder in this pack, for all of them.

He too turned, but in the opposite direction, and went on his way, heading away from the falls. He had had enough for one day. This was beginning to become a normal routine for him, and he liked the idea of that.