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Vector turned away from her, proceeding to face his own reflection in the river. It wasn't long before he spoke again, this time again in Russian— she supposed, though it did sound slightly like what she'd said in her mother language earlier.

He confirmed it when he told her that it was indeed what she had said, only in his language— how did he know? He might have had learnt the language before, though probably not the entire of her mother tongue. Perhaps he'd been given a little tips and pointers from any other Welsh wolf he'd met.

She had no idea of his background, where he'd come from— this male didn't seem to open towards his past, though she could say that she was slightly eager to find out. Crëyr's curiosity had been bubbling up inside of her.

"Faint o ieithoedd yn fwy ydych chi'n siarad, Vector? She inquired for the number of languages he knew or was slightly familiar of, though she wasn't sure if he fully knew her language and if he would be fluent in conversing in Welsh with her. "You have came in contact with the Welsh language, I'm guessing?"