Phantom Hollow Anthropophobia

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 Orgin, who was taller than this alpha, still went into submissive mode, his eyes averted to the deer. He could decipher some of the words the she wolf had said; 'name', 'business', and 'borders', figuring out that she asked of his name and reason of calling. Also guessing that 'Malice Lanius' was her name, but he wouldn't even attempt to say that all aloud.

 "I is Orgin Sicarius," he said, pronouncing 'is' like 'ees'. "I wants join your pack, miss," he continued. "I is good hunter," he explained, tilting his head towards the deer. "also good scout," he added hopefully. He loved adventures, and had a keen eye, but his father forbid him of this trade, since he was trained to be strong brutal. 'No son of mine goes frolicking in the hills!' he had said (in Russian, of course).

 Even with his bad english, his voice held power, even though he put effort into making it more submissive.