Sleepy Fox Hollow live our lives like we're ready to die

Rough translations of all the things! Translation bc I will forget. You leave, and I will hunt you.

While she was teaching, this was also a good lesson for her, helping her curb her urge to respond in the common tongue automatically. The wolves of the Spire would need to learn these words, and the easier she could bring them to mind, the better. "Ugiarput (fight). Akiraqtuutijut. War." Certainly words in any Tartok's vocabulary, they would always be prepared to go to the aid of their own in the instance of war. Their prowess in battle simply ran through the veins, whether it was inherited or learned.

She glanced his way, thinking about the phrase; not about how to say it but what he meant by it. A wry smile glinted in the dappled moonlight all the same, assuming that he meant he would never leave the Spire. Good. "Uvanga angertok katimavaa katjait. (I will remain with pack.)" The words were not quite the same but she told him what she could, watching his form press against a tree. There was something there. Something... that bothered her, though she did not show it.

She moved on. "Savitkaa (touch)," She responded, not thinking much of the request. Perhaps it was a word that appeared often in his vocabulary or perhaps he had a reason. Either way, she spoke again in a cryptic message that she did not translate for him. Not yet, anyway. "Ilvit aniyuq, uvanga aquijuq ilissi." No matter what she had said, her tone had not been slanderous or cruel. Nothing of the sort, actually. It had simply been a statement, that was all.

Tree bark scratched a spot on her shoulder, her form leaning into it to itch a particular spot. With a satisfied sound, the bear moved forward, watching the trees ahead thin. You could tell that the forest was breaking, the light of the night hitting the floor where it had not before; they were no longer confined in its depths. Leaving the Holow was an easy thing for her, not liking the confines of having trees on all sides, as it made it difficult for her to maneuver. A deep breath pulled in, head turning to look at the Spire looming above them.

"Aihimavik. Home."