Felltree Marsh painting greys

Ynes was both pleased and taken aback by the male's attempt at speaking one of her mother tongues. She uttered a surprised gasp and widened her eyes, though they soon retracted behind a furrow brow upon her hearing the accent he spoke with; there was no suppressing the short bought of giggles that followed suit. Ah, tu parles le francais? she cooed, looking him over, I left my natal pack to begin my own family. Of course, that is a far off priority in my mind, but it's what all young wolves are expected to do, yeah? At least, that's how it worked on the eastern side of the map. Ynes had no idea how that differed here.

I guess after my rebellious teen years, it was time for a change.