Two Rivers Isle her own kimchi recipe

Kujo, Ulrich repeated, slowly. It was a short word, yet he feared mispronouncing it all the same. Of course, he was generally anxiety-ridden, so this was nothing new.

She asked if he spoke other languages, and his ears went back along his skull in a bit of embarrassment. Alas, no. I speak only this tongue. Where I grew up, it was all anyone spoke, so I never had any cause or opportunity to learn another language. He glanced away, hoping Iseul did not think him uncultured. Clearing his throat nervously, he said, Perhaps I may learn yours? At least... a few words. You are trying so hard to learn my language, I feel it is only right to learn yours.

He was a leader now, and no matter how uncomfortable that made him, it still made him responsible for those under him. And he would not be like the king who had been killed for his insolence. He would make his pack members feel welcome. What was more welcoming than acknowledging and embracing their differences?