izakoza osekkyou

-pets!-

The little red wolf smiled inwardly as wonder trespassed across the other wolf's once veiled face. It seemed right to her to have this so: as if wonder itself expressed reality far more truly than anything else. She did not speak as the wolf continued to verbalize her emotions. For a rather reserved creature, she was being vulnerable. To this, she felt a sense of privilege, if not responsibility. Hearts were such delicate things. Tittering as the pack wolf apologized for her language skills, she offered her own "sorry" and said she was even worse. It was a response that came naturally with the language they spoke. Language was culture, after all. "No, no your mother taught you well," she said in their language and in the formal, though she allowed some sadness to tinge her voice to match the absence of the mother. Not offering her own beliefs about reincarnation, she instead pursued another topic of conversation, as if to not want to push her acquaintance out of her comfort. Even so, she would be happy to pursue it further should she desire to. "How did you come to be?" she asked as she motioned to the pack lands with her snout. She had told her own journey into existence, so she hoped the other wolf would be willing to share at least a little about her journey here.