Duck Lake What's this, what's this?

He strode forward cautiously, unsure of its depths. First his front paws entered the shallows, then his hind paws. The water lapped at his red legs as he walked in deeper and deeper, but the boy stopped when he heard words. Words that he could not understand. The young Dotharan turned his head, his gray-green eyes gleaming at the wolf. He snorted; so the thash rakhi did not speak his tongue. Great.

He turned his body fully, facing the other wolf squarely. Svabolrinov wer uoinota wux re yentair, si shilta ti kampiun wux, thash rakh. He grunted to him, knowing that the wolf wouldn't comprehend what he was saying as much as Zoratto would him.