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Sriracha recovered from the surprise quickly, only slightly embarrassed. His sheepish grin flattened as Xan shyed away, and immediately he took note to be careful touching him. Sriracha knew better than to ask why he so disliked contact. A more self-conscious wolf might have feared that he was the only one to recieve such a treatment, but the behavior meshed neatly with Sriracha's image of the yearling.

He began to walk, and Xan with him (though at a notably safe distance). It is Español in my tongue, or Spanish in yours, he explained. The language of the South. It was my first language. Sriracha paused, let the sound of the rustling ferns breach the silence, and then asked a question of his own. Will you tell me about yourself? I want to know who you are, beyond that your name is Xan.