Iktome Plains the road of trials

do to him? anti blinked quickly at this query and peered thoughtfully into the earth at his paws. he was not certain what that might have meant. the commoner’s tongue was something that he had learned well enough, but he always found himself catching onto peculiar wording. nothing had been done to anti. he was a vessel, put on that earth only for the purpose of protecting those around him. the volgra did not take his job lightly. he had found his reason for life in the thrill of a battlefield and in offering himself in the place of another. anti could think of no higher honor than the one that he served. words were not necessary to one like him. the lean body had found his purpose and he did not lack anything because of that.
 
the talkative fellow had gone on to say that most would have ignored him. he used words that were challenging for anti to comprehend, only because they lacked a great deal of context for one who was not born into the common tongue. the other went on to say that he would give anti a name that would bring him great things. the volgra quivered slightly with elation at this idea and took an eager – but small – step toward the other male. the dark tip of his tail wavered at his rear as he waited in anticipation.