Blackfoot Forest You know I'll fight my corner.

She was grateful for Scimitar's protectiveness, and as though sensing her uneasiness he moved in close to briefly touch his shout to her cheek. Paar leaned into the touch, as though reaching out for strength through it, and she breathed in deeply before focusing her attention on the unusual she-wolf who'd crossed her path. "It is now," she said boldly in response to the question in regard to the tongues he spoke, her expression unusually blank.

It was true that she'd picked up some of the Persian language, but it was not one she'd been fluent in. Her mother was a Northerner who spoke only English, and Paar had adopted this as her primary tongue. Most wolves knew it and favoured it over Persian in Samarkand anyway, and she'd be rusty if one were to ask her to speak it for them. "What do you mean, 'those like me'?"