Noctisardor Bypass There is no such thing as happy endings

it was actually Latin, but you gave me the idea to just make him multi-lingual instead

This was a boy, and also not.

Wake eyed the youthful face, the tall frame, the lean muscles of a wolf in perpetual motion. The eyes, too, were a telltale sign that this lad had seen more than someone his age should. These clues, accompanied with the existence of this lonely border, led Wake to the conclusion that he should treat this one as an equal, rather than a child.

Ah, hablas la lengua danzante, he smiled, tail wagging. It was a delight to share a language other than the blunt tongue most wolves seemed to use here. Me traes aquí, por supuesto. Olí tu frontera y sentí curiosidad por el lobo que guarda este lugar solo.

He wondered what the stonemask would think of this. Would the young stranger become defensive at these words or take pride in them? Soy Winter’s Wake, he tacked on, hoping to signal his intended good nature.