You should get the joke of the title after reading this post...XD
The wolves that lived in these lands did not speak Japanese, not one word of his native tongue. He barely knew theirs, only a few rudimentary words and phrases, but not enough to have a full-blown conversation. This was mainly because he was a reclusive bastard who acted first and asked questions later. Kizuato probably would have learned much of the common tongue here had he been more social, but the scar on his face destroyed any amount of sociability he had left.
He tried to recall some of the words he learned on his travels, repeating them out loud to get familiar with them on his tongue.
Leader. "R-reader" he stammered.
Kill, killer. "Kirr, kirra." Hello, my name is Kizuato. "Harro, my naimu izu Kizuato."
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It was Mallaidh's first visit outside of the pack borders since she had joined several days ago. She didn't need to stretch or legs or get fresh air for pack life suited her well and she felt at home on the mountain the Sunspire had claimed their own. She felt she was getting along well with the wolves she had met so far, for the most part, and had successfully began her storage garden. Which happened to be exactly why she was approaching the lake on this particular day.
The sun was warm on her back and she enjoyed it but her senses were on high alert in a land not claimed by her new pack. While she was looking for herbs and medicinal plants she recognized, she listened carefully to her surroundings.
When she heard the strange accent not too far away, followed by the wafting scent of a male she did not know; a male that did not care the Sunspire scent on him either. Mallaidh's muscles tensed and her guard hairs loosened to enlarge her frame. He came into view not long after, a ways down the bank of the lake, and even from this distance she could tell he was much larger than she. She didn't want to cause any hostility between her and this large wolf and whatever pack he may be apart of (something she couldn't tell, having not met any other wolves outside of her home except one).
She barked from a distance, letting it carry toward him so he was aware of her presence.
He paused in his practice of the English language when a bark came from nearby. The large man turned towards it, dark green eyes narrowing at the sight of a woman nearby. "あなたは、女性が何をしたいですか？Ah....whaatto wantto?" He repeated the message in both languages, for he had been taken by surprise by her and subconsciously slipped into his native tongue in his shock and anger.
Again these people thought that he spoke their language, something that was only partially true. He understood a handful, less than 40 words at the most. He stared at her without comprehension, his green eyes a mixture of anger and confusion. Kizuato thought of all the words he had in his English vocabulary to try to show his meaning. He had no idea what she was saying. "Engrishu...do notto....Engrishu..."