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

The boy was taken aback by the way the other held himself, and took note to the tone of his voice when he spoke in his strange tongue. Clearly they shared no common language, which was rather disappointing. Sure, they could show emotions with their bodies and tones, but neither would be able to understand what the other was trying to get across verbally. Alastor believed he must have done something to offend the other wolf by the way the words came out of his mouth, but he did not know the cause of him taking on such a tone. Never would he, either, most likely. “I apologize if I did something to make you feel vexed,” he voiced, despite the language barrier that kept them apart. The yearling even gave anther dip of his head, though one that was apologetic, rather than that of a greeting, this time. If words could not be shared, then he would have to work with what he could, even if it was not a very desirable situation.

Alastor didn't seem to catch on as the male's posture changed. He did not see a menacing creature, but one that was cautious and distrusting instead. The other turned out to be true, he noticed, but couldn't blame him. Not everyone was so quick to trust another, especially if the other was a stranger you couldn't even speak to. Wanting to come off as friendly, which he was, the argent Greek kept a smile secured across his maw as he looked to the boy in the water. Then he turned his head and gestured to the surrounding area, almost as if to ask if the strange-speaking being lived close by. His icy gaze then quickly found Zoratto's once more, holding it as he awaited to see if his question was understood, as well as an answer to it if it had been.