Shadewood Light my fire

Natashe made it somewhat difficult to counteract her self deprecating response. He shifted slightly, glancing down at the awkwardness of not knowing how to respond. "We'll just have to see then." Novak exclaimed, glancing back at her in attempt to read her reaction, though he wasn't the best at deciphering them. 

He was surprised she wanted to hear it, the language was old and hardly spoken by anyone outside of his old pack. It would be extremely hard to learn as an adult, fortunately he was taught at a very young age. "Enochian is that language." Novak exclaimed, before looking up, searching through his minds of things to say. "Elasa conisa ge barinu adagita solpheth insi erm teloah. The silvery wolf shifted again, waiting for a response before realizing she would have no idea what that meant. "That means you don't have to follow fate."