Fluency in five languages—Levent could not say as much about his own tongues. He knew how to speak English and the dialect of cats as well as his birth tongue, but otherwise he knew enough to get by in most animal speeches. He supposed it was easier to learn low speech than Spanish or German, but perhaps this dark wolf was simply gifted like he was with the capability of understanding so much. His pale blue eyes shone at the thought.
Perhaps the merchant dwelled too much on the mythology he didn’t truly know by heart. Agape Kokinos could tell you about all the gods, the ways to anger and appease them, the reason why dolphins help sailors and why spiders weave webs and why limestone weeps. He only spoke of the pantheon because of her memory, however. The difference was that she believed and worshipped, while he told them as no more than colorful tales from the land of Greece. Anyone who took it seriously was a pagan and a fool, after all. There was one true god, and the god did not mind if Levent Kartal told a story.
Thanatos the wolf apparently minded, however. His red eyes slitted, and though the Turkish man betrayed no outward nerves, fidgeting dismissively with a necklace, his body was tense and his ears pricked for the sound of movement. Wilson growled low in his throat, nearly inaudible if his vibrating body hadn’t been pressed close to his own. The wolf only touched him gently, rubbing soothingly behind an ear, but it would take just a pinch of the cat’s skin to send him off in case things got ugly.
Levent smiled toothily at the dark male as he berated him. “I did not know you would take insult from such meaningless words,” he purred apologetically, his words crisp but his accent heavy. He flicked some of his dark hair behind his shoulder. “You hear stories and songs of all sorts in the port cities and trading hubs of the eastern continent. They mean nothing—though the wisest narrators give warning through their telling.” His grin never faltered, only growing slightly broader. “As was the case with Sisyphus. The tale tells you only that, even if he managed to trick Thanatos twice… Death is inevitable.”
His smile shone like a blood moon.
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