Sequoia Coast sipping from a straw

She spoke more foreign words, her voice raising at the end of two to indicate that she was asking questions. Considering Spyridon did not understand any of what she said, he shook his head. “Δεν καταλαβαίνω.” He gave her a sympathetic look and shrugged his shoulders, hoping it would clarify his words in some way. Body language was universal and did not need their voices to be understood. Unfortunately, the finer details of conversations with outsiders were lost on him, but general ideas could be passed along with movements and more primal sounds.

Spyridon only wished he knew how to tell her to get lost so that he could continue to track down the deer he so desperately wished to bring back to the sound. His ear twitched, hoping that his intended meal would not hobble off while he was dealing with this stranger. If so, it meant he had come all this way for nothing. Perhaps if he had been a more trusting wolf, he would have invited her along for the hunt. As it was, he knew that any meat he brought down would be going directly back to the sisters, nowhere else. He had no intention of sharing his kill with somebody he did not know.