my old aches

Kisu found slight humor in the way that the White One only used gestures; it was so foreign to him and he was not used to it. When he placed his mouth upon the white bark, she warned him about swallowing. What was this stuff? Would it really be that effective if he held it in his mouth while biting another?

When she gestured over her shoulder he looked in the direction she had. There was nothing there, so he shrugged and looked back. "To the shore, now, White One?" He was having a tough time, not much used to talking to other wolves anyway. One might call him a bit awkward in company now, and being social was not his strength. He wondered if eventually he would become like an interpreter. "Maybe we should go see our Alpha..." He muttered under his breath.