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

This wolf made Zoratto feel equal parts afraid, curious and confused. He had to be a maegi, who else would speak in a strange demon's tongue so easily? Who else had such strange colored eyes? Dotharan pups never kept their blue eyes past their first weeks. The boy mistrusted him, and yet, he sounded so polite. Was it possible to have a benevolent maegi? Zoratto had never heard of such a thing.

The wolf gestured to himself and uttered a name. His name, no doubt. Alastor. Of course, it sounded strange; he was a thash rakh and a maegi to boot. When this Alastor gestured for Zoratto to return the favor, he was apprehensive. The maegi could use his own name against him in some sort of spell, he knew. Zoratto thought to himself for a bit, wondering if it would be a good idea to say his name. He relented, finally, knowing that he could kill the wolf if he dared utter a word in that demon's language. "Si mi Zoratto, maegi."