Gyrfalcon's Keep and when the weeds begin to grow

I do, the proud wolf wagged her tail. The wolves of my homeland speak with two tongues - Elliniká and Latinus. Tch, she made a noise with her teeth. I do not know what they would be called in this tongue. Does your language have a name? Her curiosity shoved her past her discomfort at trespassing. She was eager to know, or at least hear another language that wasn't the music-less notes of the common around here.

Exousia listened intently as the girl, Thyra, went on to explain the core beliefs of her pack. The religious aspect piqued her interest, but even if she was in the market for a pack not her own, she would certainly have a hard time upholding "noble virtues." She was quiet for a moment, allowing the young wolf a brief respite to think her thoughts and feel her feelings. It hardly lasted; as soon as the girl's face started to fall, she was smiling again, happily praising the mountains.

These mountains are magnificent, yes. They are a good place for many things. Best of all, a good place to worship. To be close to your gods. Exousia smiled knowingly. She herself came from a place of worship, a place of strong beliefs. But her gods had no virtues. No peace. No comfort. She knew she could not stay here. Her spirit would never rest if she died in such a respectable place.

A wolf with no faith cannot be blessed. It is not easy, but you have chosen a good life. She did not still hold the faith of her birthplace, but the strength instilled in her was invaluable, and a faith in herself had become more powerful than ever before.

A beat, and then, I must move on. Will you escort me to your nearest border? Tell me more of your tongue?