ai don fis disha spichen gona op

She does not wait long before another wolf appears and it is not what she is used to. Neutral. The wolf did not fear her, would not obey a command; no one would now anyway.

Her lip starts to curl but she hesitates, listening to the dark wolf speak a language she does not understand. Her ears twitch and she frowns at the backfire. Emori’s teeth click together in thought and none of the words translate enough for her to decipher. It was not the common tongue and nor was it her own and she wonders exactly what type of area she’s gotten herself into.

The wolf she met before had spoken the common tongue, had been careful at approach, but now she faces a wolf not much different in size but clearly with the advantage of health. Emori sighs and glances past the dark wolf, searching for others.

“No gonplei,” she says, “no jus.”

Emori waits a few seconds before she tries again, “no blood.”