but it's gonna be okay, i met more honest men inside

Accalia, new to the pack had only met a few wolves. Even in the territory. The Alpha had been quite nice, and the one who spoke a difference tounge was nice too. The others seems relatively nice, at leased that's what Accalia perceived. The native language the one female had spoke still played on her mind. She hoped for a chance to see her again , to hear the interesting talk once more. Everything was all so new to her, so different.
She froze. She was quite a good tracker, which meant her sniffer was exemplary. She smelt the scent of two wolves farther ahead. The scents had something that was the same, probably from the same pack, her pack. Oh goody!! She beamed. Perhaps one was the female who could speak another language?
She raced towards the scent, eager to see who it was. She skidded to a stop, sighting a regal looking black she-wolf and..the foreign female, Bassilth. Hello,she spoke up warily inthe presence of such esteemed she-wolves. The dark pelted one seemed to carry herself highly, as if she were superior or important which she probably was.
She remained herself to not be shy, to be bold and stern. Which she wasn't.
I've seen you before, you spoke differently, Bassilth was it? She asked, her attempt at being normal. She turned to the dark female, I don't believe we've met. My name is Accalia, she introduced herself.