the voices linger

Sorry first time using the translate thingy

Nerian watched the new wolf with mild interest, now that her den was complete she was finding herself without task beyond filling the caches, and over time that become less and less mentally stimulating.

She scented Ragnar upon this wolf, though that was not uncommon giving that Ragnar was second in command in this pack, but this one seemed different, the markings on his face screamed something else completely different as instead of speaking the common the common tongue she tried something else one a whim “ létta ,” Her voice was firm but not aggressive she only wanted to know what language he spoke fluently and though she was far from a translator she knew enough to get by in the tongue of the ancient norse.

Carefully she watched his reaction to her cross-born face, hoping suddenly that he wouldn't attack her. Pushing the though of violence from her mind, she kept her expression and her body language pointedly neutral.