Bearclaw Valley A Feast for All!

Azaria looked to the newcomers that had joined the group calmly and offered a nod of greeting to them.Desna seemed to be the friendliest pup out of the bunch and this seemed to be the first time she too was to get well acquainted with the pack.
The pale pelt regarded the Alpha with pleasant amusement at his response,finding that even the stoic leader shared a fondness for his homeland.She understood how it felt to miss memories of home and the arctic wolf was all to happy to grant him some remembrance of that life.It was her nature to treat others with respect unless they deserved treatment of another kind.It was simple etiquette that she showed to all and Aza found that oftentimes the proper mannerism could be useful in avoiding a number of difficult situations.
The white pelted female came to seat herself properly beside him where his ashy paw indicated.
"I believe that it is not arrogant to enjoy being addressed formally,especially if it is something you have connected with your Roman heritage."she spoke politely and listened carefully as he voiced his question.
"My native tongue is Inuttut,the language of the Inuit.My parents spoke it fluently though I was introduced to other dialects as we gained new pack members and I learned even more along my journey through the northern lands."she answered as she fondly recalled the way her mother would speak to her when she was a pup,in the soothing tongue of the icy northern lands.