Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Sasha turned, glad to see that Mordur had caught up. "Já," she replied in Icelandic, her native language. She had learned to speak fluently in English as well, which is what she assumed was what they spoke in the Teekon Wilds. However, her accent was still heavy and it was obvious to tell she wasn't from these parts. Mordur on the other hand was not quite so fluent, since he grew up a servant and wasn't provided many privileges.

      It concerned her that her friend didn't seem to be enjoying the trek as much as she was. In fact, he looked somewhat downcast, as always. She decided not to investigate, feeling she would just get an eyeroll in response. Sasha was glad to see his eyes brighten as he took in the view. It was something that even the grumpiest of wolves could benefit from. The she-wolf smile warmly and decided to settle down to rest her legs.

     Just before she layed down, Mordur displayed yet another show of submission. Sasha knew he didn't like it, but she decided not to speak up against him doing so. Even if they were close friends, he had served her for all his life and it felt weird to correct those ways. Despite this, she was not able to watch her friend's displeasure and decided to speak. "You don't have to do that all the time, you know?" were all the words she had to offer. Sasha layed her head down against the cool, rocky surface, her eyes level with the rushing stream.

     "What would you like to do next?" she spoke again, not bothering to speak in her native tongue. Sasha figured that she had to get used to the way of life here, and so did Mordur.