The Tangle natsukashii

Cassian stuck his tongue out after her last sentence.

“I unno ai ong effs da zhame!” (I dunno my tongue looks the same!)

To Cassian, there was no such thing as other languages. To this man, there was simply the one he spoke. It was a blissful sort of ignorance. The kind that was oft associated with those that led sheltered, enclosed lives, but it was clear that this wolf did not live such a path. Instead, it appeared that the one that he engaged with was one that was far more based on whims over wants.

“Still, that’s super cool! Wonderful. Magnificent. Soooo-baaaaa-uhhhh…..-rat-zee!”

It was an awful pronunciation. Jagged in every which syllable, but the attempt was made and when Cassian mentally compared it to her own the man couldn’t help but cackle once more.

“GYAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh man, that’ll need some practice for sure! So, how long do I leave my paw in here for? Oh! Do I just wait for some fish to come on over and nibble at the spikes? That makes sense, I guess. They’ll eat just about anything if you stay still enough!”