I promise I can be nice

Chaska nodded as the wolfess, Zhavvi, spoke his name without error. So now he knew that this wolf could learn quickly. But then her next line of speech confused him. Did she want him to play? Or was she telling him something else?

"Zhavvi run?" He played it over and over in his head, and then, combining it with the marks on her neck, he pieced things together. It formed a horrible image.

"You ran from your pack?" he mumbled. It must have been hard, especially if one is sent away instead of choosing to leave themselves. He gave her a sympathetic look. He knew how to felt to lose a pack. But what he didn't know was that how it happened was very different.  "I know how it feels. To lose everything" he added, not knowing that she did not understand. But perhaps his body language did, with his slumped shoulders and sad look.