Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

The words that came out of the stranger's mouth were uncommon, and they surprised Falwasi. Was his name... Milo? She thought she heard that somewhere in his words, but she had no idea what he just said, and she furrowed her brows at him. Was this the man who taught Star to fish? Surely it had to be; he was foreign and he didn't live too far away from the Emberwood.

Falwasi focused hard on the words she was about to speak. If he didn't know her arctic pack-mate, it could potentially confuse him. Oh well. "Swiftcurrent Creek? Fish?," she suggested. Perhaps Star had spoken these words, too, and the man was smart enough to recall them.

The fallow didn't know any languages other than English. Before she arrived at the Wilds, she knew no such thing of other languages. They ceased to exist in her mind. This was the first wolf she had met that spoke purely one language (unless his foreign sentence was a introductory greeting). Apart from the present male, she knew Shadow spoke English, and a language the Creek wolves called 'Latin'. That was about it.