Wapun Meadow cast by their grave-beseeming ornaments

Sif's ears pressed forward and then swivelled back, switching between the two for a moment before settling into an anxious slump. She almost didn't notice his quick change in languages, but when she found the words easier to understand, she realized what had happened. The common tongue was easiest for her to understand - she'd grown up around those that spoke it - but she could more easily pronounce the words that Fen had taught her. They were the first words she'd been taught to speak, and the most recent as well.

"You... selskap?" Sif asked tentatively, unable to remember the other word for company - the one that the other northern wolves had used. Their dialect - though similiar to Fen's - had been the source of much confusion for the girl. "Með mér?"

If she could blush, she would have blushed then. She wasn't sure what the man was suggesting, and she felt awkward trying to guess at it - especially when he spoke all these languages so well, while she could only pick and choose at certain words and pray that she'd remembered their meaning correctly.