Sleeping Dragon cold harbor

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When the male did not respond to her demand, she halted. Had she not said it right? She was pretty sure she had spoke the same language this time, and the words she spoke were understandable. Unless he had no desire to spar and help her earn her trade. Her expression varied from confused and shocked to quite miffed and annoyed. This had never happened before. Nobody had ever refused her. Denying a spar was practically unheard of in Trigeda. These new wolves were getting weirder and weirder by the day. She cocked her head, displaying her confusement.

"Why?" 

That was a question. She really was getting the hang of the new language. But perhaps his hesitance to spar with her was that he did not know her. "Ai laik Rebekka kom Trigeda," There, that was better. Now, they could spar right? She did not see why not, and refused to beileve that it was the circumstances they were in that made him decline. Bugs, they were no problem to deal with. She had more pressing issues back home.