Big Salmon Lake Mumbling To My Heart

It was strange to hear the male speak her language, but also it sounded quite nice. On many of her travels she learned to speak other languages but not once had she taught someone her native language. A smile spread across the female's face when he said the word correctly. Kivi felt like she had accomplished something and deserved a medal for teaching the male a word he will probably forget in minutes. Nevertheless the wolfess embraced her inner teaching skills and continued on with another word. "Good, now say si mi vin malai." Kivi's smile had slowly turned into a smirk as she waited for the male to attempt the sentance. She wouldn't tell him what the sentance meant...not yet. 

When the male asked if Dotharan are what her people are called, she shook her head yes. She wanted the word Dotharan to be heard all around the world, and Kivi believed one day only Dotharan wolves would exist. "You could say that I guess" was her answer to his question. Maybe instead of simply teaching him about her language she could also teach him the ways of her people. "Would you like to know more about my people's ways?" He seemed curious about Dotharan things such as the language and how they lived in open plains. Kivi was still deciding if this was good or bad.