Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

Da? Da what? She looked at him curiously, trying to make the best of this conversation despite their language barrier. She frowned. How was she supposed to talk to a wolf that could not understand her? Through primal grunting and outlandish gesturing? Such things were typically beneath her, but she found some sort of benevolence in her otherwise stoney heart. It was this that led her to attempting further communication... though she was thankful no others were around to witness it.

Fortunately, she was fairly quick witted and able to make assumptions based on minimal clues. No family. She smelled pack on him, but he'd not adopted those wolves as his own. Not yet anyway. She had a sneaky suspicion he was relatively new to these wilds or he might have been more versed in the common language most wolves here spoke. Most, if only because she had an uncanny way of running into those who did not know the dialect here. Strangely enough... that was also somewhat of a frequent thing.

"You," she said, gesturing towards him with a paw, "make family here." She pointed towards the ground as if to indicate their current location. Hopefully the visual cues helped. "You pack. You family. You new family here." She repeated the gestures accordingly but felt all kinds of silly about it. Limiting her rather verbose vocabulary was a trifling thing, but hopefully she managed.