Neverwinter Forest I Miss the Taste of a Sweeter Life

Hecate's tail slowed down, going in a slow pace. She wanted to stay here forever. The sound of his Greek voice slipped through the air smoothly. It was comforting, hearing the Greek language, like cuddling up on a cold night. Her ears twitched as he kept talking. She gave a small smile as he complemented her name. "Ευχαριοτώ", she said softly. 
 So Alastor was from a pack, one in the mountains. He didn't seem like he had liked it as much as his old one. She nodded, showing that she was listening. 
 When he asked about her, she almost winced. She hoped that he wouldn't have asked, even though she knew he would. Her ears twitched. "Γεννήθηκα σε ένα πακέτο στην Ελλάδα. Αν και, μετά, το πακέτο αναγκάστηκε να μετακομίσει. Είχαμε πάρει νεοσύλλεκτους από πολλά διαφορετικά μέρη, και ως άλφα, έμαθα σχεδόν όλες τις γλώσσες οι λύκοι μίλησε. Το πακέτο χτυπήθηκε με μια πλημμύρα και ... "
 She hesitated, licking her lips. "Το όλο πακέτο πνίγηκε." Her voice cracked yet she still kept talking. "Ήμουν ο μόνος που επέζησε γιατί ήταν μακριά από το έδαφος, ψάχνει για τα αρωματικά φυτά."
 She blinked the tears out of her eyes, her vision foggy. Her legs suddenly became weak, but she held her place. She didn't want to break down here. It felt good, letting the words out, but also painful.