Ouroboros Spine take me home

[size=x-small]Not at all <3[/size]

A wolf, who seemed to be freakishly tall due to Dijax's point of view from below, approached him with an interest in his step. He was tense, and the two toned wolf was sure he was the slightest bit angry. His pack had never had disputes with other wolves for crossing borders - after all, there were about fifty wolves who roamed the whole island.

A strange voice came to the male's ears as he remained on the floor. It was English, an English he could understand clearly. The healer in his pack was English, and after many harrowing hours of learning the simple language, Dijax had mastered it. Although a hint of Russian and British English hinted his own accent, he was able to express his thoughts beautifully. Nonetheless, today was not his day, and the once habitual words seemed have left his brain with ease.

With a heaving stomach, he announced: "Кто-то гонится за мной!" His speech was delayed and alarmed, along with his understanding of the words the cinnamon pack wolf spoke. "I mean no harm." Dijax said, his serene golden eyes reaching those of the stranger's. The last thing he wanted to do was consternate the male. "Which sea does this piece of crust lie on?" He asked after a pause. He wanted to know where he was, and, though unfamiliar of the continents, the name's of the seas were of his knowledge.

[size=x-small]Кто-то гонится за мной = Someone is chasing me[/size]