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It appeared as though the two males weren't having any trouble in communicating - which was good - even if the conversation was in dribs and drabs. It certainly wasn't the most elegant of conversations for FitzDutiful but it was a challenge, and he liked challenges. Zoratto seemed be understanding a bit more than FitzDutiful gave him credit for, and he hoped that the wolf didn't feel too babied by FitzDutiful's words. It was hard to know how to talk to someone who struggled with your language.

"Yes, that's right." he said, to the question that Zoratto posed, though the name of the pack threw him a loop, "Ramasar Hoshor?" he queried, wondering there that was. He thought of all the names that sounded similar. "Oh! Hoshor Plains?" It seemed as though they had their own name for the land, which made sense since they didn't call themselves a pack either. He didn't question that, though. Who cared what they called themselves in the end?