Sea Lion Shores ride through

Well, at least this wolf knew how to say a couple of words, Charon concluded when his questions went unanswered but the wolf did provide him with new information. He didn't speak the common language, it appeared. Great. Charon had never dealt with anyone who did not know how to speak. Did he know any other languages, then, like viking language? Charon wondered, but he didn't really know how to ask, so he waved it away in lieu of finding the answers to the questions he did look for.

Hungry. So the poor sucker was hungry. Charon had to be correct then, that he had no pack. Charon sized up the male, but he seemed healthy enough. "You hunt?" Charon asked, his voice louder, words drawn out really slowly and he lifted a paw as though trying to make sign gestures with his words; kind of as though he was talking to a really dumb or slow wolf. Charon didn't actually consciously realise that he was doing this; he just didn't know how to deal with someone not speaking his language.