On A Mission

Rakharo flicked an ear when the slave finished translating the foreigner's speech. He seemed to be determined to join a strong pack, and although the numbers were low, Rakharo knew that his pack had the potential to become big and powerful.

"Nomeno Khalas ui weyotipre..." he commented, there was really no reason not to give this wolf a place in the Khalas, but he would have to understand what he was getting himself into.

"Wer kaldakai persvek nomeno Khalas itrewic asta nakta erekess tonn tawura. Yth re arytissi. Yth re versvesh tagoa yth tawura lae ir." he recited like it was a prayer, and the slave was quick to translate.

"He says that the wolves in this Khalas work hard for the group. As warriors, as a group. The Khalas is strong, only as a unity."

Then Rakharo kept his silence for a moment and decided to speak the common tongue this once.

"Name, wolf." he demanded with authority. This whole time he had not looked away from the wolf, staring at him with his fire orbs.