Rising Sun Valley Reds, oranges and yellows

“Salve, tu Romanus es?" came the reply, surprising the agouti roman who had just realized he spoke in the wrong language. He nodded hurriedly, a small smile creeping over his face. “Ita enim es tu?" he spoke softly as he sat down, tail thumping once against the ground as he gazed at the other wolf who was probably also a roman. His latin was perfect, it was obvious that it was his native language.

If this wolf was from a pack, he was lucky. It seems to be a good place to start over again, filled with lush grass and verdant hills. And he was getting tired of traveling alone, he yearned for the company of other wolves again and perhaps he would be able to find his new home here. “Ecce ego ad te sarcinam si me ad te" he spoke calmly, dipping his head as he did so, showing the respect the other deserved.