Duskfire Glacier you wouldn't draw my tears away

The man gave his name in return, confirming the dove's earlier thoughts. Siarut. She had made note already of recounting the name when it had fallen from Takiyok's lips, but repeated it in her head again to be extra sure; things tended to slip from her skull without her notice at times, lost amongst the shadows that slithered like snakes inside her mind. Then he spoke in an unknown tongue, and though the Eruna could not distinguish the meaning of his words, the sides of her muzzle lifted in a half smile - she did not know his language, but it gave an odd, comforting sense of familiarity. Maybe she had simply heard enough of the speech other wolves gave. The variation was certainly welcome. 

"Es un placer conocerlo," The girl uttered, "It is a pleasure to meet you."