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hunt. 사냥

danger. 위험

this man was quite a goal-oriented wolf in his way of thinking to iseul. everything held purpose, his actions and the words he choose to learn and speak. it reminds iseul of her father in a way, how he had always wanted to achieve something useful for himself and for the others whom he called family. secretly, she took comfort in the fact that the similarities were there, perhaps unbeknownst to Ulrich himself. it was as if home kept finding ways to integrate itself into her isle. 

when he asks for the meaning of her own name, this catches the girl off guard. she visibly perks up at the mention, wondering what made Ulrich question it. perhaps the man held more that meets the eye? after all, who was iseul to judge others on what they cared to know and didn't? but how could the girl possibly communicate the word 'dew' if she didn't quite know it in English?

she sucks in a breath, thinking hard for a second silently as to what to say.

"it means, ah, water--" she starts off with an anxious lick of her chops, "water on grass in morning." she offers a sheepish smile to the man as she says this, looking to the snow-covered ground underneath her. "sorry, I do not, uh, remember word for it." for a moment, she thought of asking if Ulrich knew the word himself, but she realized that she wouldn't be able to answer his previous questions if she did such a greedy thing. 

"ah," she'd shake her head in an embarrassed manner, "i didn't say important words in Kujo." her mother would have swatted her upside the head for her lack of manners! "hunt is sanyang, sahn-yahng, and danger, danger is..."

for the love of the god, iseul could not remember what danger meant. a paw reaches to cover her snout in bashful expression as the girl looks away with a growing heat upon her face. how could she not remember what danger meant? it sounded so important! in the quietest voice she can muster, she soon asks him "what... what does danger mean?"