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An odd expression crept upon the stranger's grizzled face, which prompted another whine to issue forth from the boy. Did they not hear him? Was something the matter? He began to straighten up. Maybe it was his curled body that made them nervous? But that didn't make sense. Tiarnan moved towards the standing of the two wolves and opened his mouth as if to speak, to clarify, but was cut short by a rumbling and heavily accented voice. The language that the patient wolf used was strange to Tiarnan. He was not used to it, and so his brow quickly furrowed with a mirrored confusion. This too was brief. The stranger seemed to understand - even attempting to speak the boy's language (or try, which was a welcomed endeavour).

"Ní mór glaoch ar ceannaire." Ah, so these were not the wolves he should have been deferring to after all. With this knowledge Tiarnan appeared to change before their eyes; he rose up to his paws and uncurled his tail from his belly, waving it happily from side to side like a dumbstruck child. This did not last long. Barely had the boy begun to settle - and there she was, coming around the gathering with her belly swinging and a sharp-toothed fury. Tiarnan did not flinch until she was close, and only then did he buckle down again - seeing the woman's flagged tail and indignant, sharp gaze.

"Tá mé cairdiúil! Ciallaíonn mé aon dochar - le do thoil, a dhéanamh di calma síos." He hurriedly willed with a pleading tone, lowering partway before feeling an instinctual pull to run; but he did not. The boy fought his instincts and instead sat with his hindquarters shuddering with energy - fear, adrenaline, the urge to escape. He was no fighter and had not come here to pose a threat. With his gaze locked upon the dark figure's silhouette (and carefully avoiding her eyes), he spoke a bit louder. Hoping that the man who understood him (even in the bare sense that he did) would hear him now, and ease the tension.

"Tá brón orm! Le do thoil, tá mé cara. Cara!"

Clearly this was all a mistake. The dark boy felt his misgivings rise with the adrenaline in his bloodstream, while the fur of his spine prickled with uncertainty. The forest was beautiful here, beautiful, and it sang to him. Who were these creatures that didn't even know how to speak to the trees? With a sense of defeat already surfacing in the boy, he buckled and lay prone against the ground - against all his better judgement - and hoped that the angry woman would calm her tits see him for what he was. Young, stupid, and eager for a home.