Hoshor Plains R&R

The wolf sat, changing his speech pattern again to the point it almost sounded like a riddle to the mottled brown wolf. Were there really creatures out there who used such a dated dialect? She couldn't recall hearing anyone speak in this way before, and she wasn't at all sure how they did it. But from what she could gather he didn't know much about the land, nor had he had much luck finding food either.

Pilman's curious accent changed yet again, and Mitanni wondered if he wasn't cycling through different impressions that he was working on. This one sounded distinctly pirate, and she really did begin to question remaining here. This is going weirder than I'd expected it to, she thought unhappily, though she really hadn't been hoping for anything weird at all. 

And now he wanted another question. "Is there something wrong?" Mitanni asked, confused and very put off by the odd behavior of the wolf sitting across from her. He might have resembled all of her pack mates with his dark fur and gold eyes, but that was clearly where the resemblance stopped.