Black Morass kill me if i snitch, cause if you snitch i'm gon' kill you

Ah, Cuicatl cooed with a grin, que beuno, hermano. It didn't matter that he didn't speak Nahuatl; no one did anymore, unless they were from the southern lands, but it was rare for anyone to leave that paradise for a land like this. So what is it then? she asked, curious as to just how many languages this Romulus knew. Any wolf with an interest like hers was a wolf worth keeping around, so Cuicatl thought.

Why did you move, if I might ask? Cuicatl had left to escape persecution; there were many males who felt threatened by her presence and plenty of them were bold enough to try their hand at getting rid of her. Most left their natal packs to start packs of their own, or to create a family name, neither of which a young wolf could have done.