Gilded Bay Going down

The wolf stirred and looked to her with something of a blank expression. Citali merely blinked at him, waiting for some kind of a reply when he uttered back something in a language she didn't not understand. Excellent. They had a language barrier between them. Her ears dropped in her annoyance as she wondered if conversing with this wolf might be more trouble than it was worth.

She watched as he rose. Seawater dripped from his pelt as he displayed himself true. He looked worse for wear. Thin. Scrawny. Life as a loner did nothing good for this wolf. A shame. He might have fleshed out a bit if he was in a pack and better fed.

He might also do better if he spoke the common tongue. He tried. She understood these efforts as he introduced himself. Durwin. A peculiar name. "Citali," she replied. Her name was simple enough. As for what else to say, she was at an impassive if only because there was a language barrier. So she said nothing, and simply looked to him.