Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Mordur could tell Sasha was mocking him, and he didn't appreciate it. He was really trying, he just couldn't get it right. His thick accent was too much, the English didn't roll off of his tongue whatsoever. It sounded like gravel in his mouth and he didn't like it. English was hard. She spoke too fast, but he got the gist. Hunting? He nodded, of course agreeing to go with her. How could he refuse? He would probably be a lure, for his hunting skills were lacking. He usually spooked prey out of bushes for her, and let Sasha do the killing. I will hunt wit you. He said with a faint smile. He was hungry but mostly just tired.

The young black wolf let his master take the lead, following her to wherever she wished to hunt. Where are we hunt? He asked, wondering where there was to hunt at on this mountain.