Lake Rodney I’m still hanging here

She speaks of translation- oh, so a foreign language? Elias had never had a unique language- he was born and raised speaking the common one. Therefore, this new bit of information left him all the more intrigued. And she came from a pack- he could figure, with the scents that lingered upon her. 

Though some part of him wanted to request a home, to settle down there, his heart tugged him away. He couldn't stop looking for Elliot now- he had come all this way. Join a pack and he would lose days on him. If the boy was still on the move, he couldn't risk settling. Anyway, his curiosity pushed him to inquire further. "So... a translation, right? You speak another language? What's that like?" He wonders, not worried about the possibility that he could be spending her valuable time. It seemed she was busy that day, though- the girl had to leave, and Elias' question went unanswered. He would go back to wandering alone.