we'd feed well the land, and worry the sheep

[size=medium]It was almost impossible for the graphite wolf not to notice the quick and palpable change in the alphas posture and expression. He wondered if he had overstepped his tight bounds. He knew that his position was a low one in terms of rank and yet, he had felt that he had no other choice if he was to solve his conundrum.
The expectant gaze of the darker female was unnerving though did not rattle his resolve but served to show that he had offered his servitude to a strong and capable leader. He smiled almost invisibly and pride swelled in his chest.
"I apologise if I have offended your highness but if I am to serve you efficiently, I need to know this, if you will allow it: those above me speak languages that are beyond my understanding. I am aware that I am but a soldier and yours to command as you see fit, but I find it hard to do so, as I understand none of what is said in this mythical language. My question is this: whom am I to ask if I wishes to learn this strange tongue in order to be of more use to this pack? I would have turned to Spyridon, but as you are aware, we share no common tongue in which I could have relayed my issue."
Again he feared he might have said too much but truth be told he knew not how to converse otherwise. If he was to explain an issue, it had to be done in it's entirety.
He silently awaited her response and while doing so, he moved closer, pressed closer to the ground, head held low. As he reached the female, he uttered a submissive growl and licked her paw. He hoped that she might forgive his ever too-bold behaviour. He was after all proud to serve though he might not fit the mold of the paragon Ankyran consort that Spyridon incorporated, he was no less devoted to the cause to which he had pledged his life and loyalty.[/size]