Wapun Meadow Enter lightning

Apologies for such a long wait with this.

The man had been expecting a conversation of some sort, but it seemed that could not come about. For when the woman spoke, not only was her tone undesirable, but the language she spoke was unlike any he'd ever heard before. His ears cupped forward, to be sure he'd heard correctly, but no matter how he approached it in his mind, the result was the same—the old wolf spoke words that were almost too strange. It made him curious of where she came from, the language that left her mouth, and just her in general. It didn't even occur to him that the language was not that strange. It only seemed that way because it was unknown to him, something he'd never even heard briefly before. For some, though, the same might be thought if he were to ever be caught speaking the tongue of his family. Languages as a whole were always strange. Something could be said a number of ways, but in the end, every pronunciation meant the same thing, more or less. All of that didn't register in his mind right away, though. He was much too preoccupied being interested by the words spoken and wondering what their meaning was—as well as silently questioning why the stranger would take on such a tone with him. They'd only just met, and while he could understand if she did not wish to be bothered, that did not make up for the way she delivered such a desire. And, so, he decided he would not leave right away, but continue to walk after her. Perhaps it was his curiosity, or maybe he was just looking to be stubborn.

“That is an interesting language,” he said, though he was already pretty sure she couldn't understand him. “Do you speak any others?” Though he had a feeling his assumption was correct, the man could not be sure. For all Kove knew, the woman could just be acting as if she spoke only one language, while secretly understanding everything he says. It was a bit far fetched, but still a possibility if one didn't think too hard about it.