Silvertip Mountain I really hate sharks

Fading because Zoratto is no longer around

If it hadn't been for the word "Hoshor" then no translation would have taken place and FitzDutiful would have been none the wiser as to where this newcomer lived. It was a strange situation, but the wolf seemed to agree with that translation answering with a "Sek". "Sek?" FitzDutiful queried, taking the opportunity to learn on himself, too. "Does Sek mean yes?" he asked, wondering if the question would get answered or if it was too detailed. It had been used twice by the male in front of him, Zoratto, in a sentence where his mind had automatically replaced it with the word "yes".

FitzDutiful was a naturally gifted thinking, finding the mental attributes easier than the physical and social ones, but he had never come across different languages before. It was an interesting challenge, trying to deduce what someone meant by their different words; though he didn't have a clue when he would ever need to know this language.

It seemed as though the male wasn't entirely sure what he'd said for he wandered off. FitzDutiful carried on his wander of the borders before hunting for the rest of the day.