07-21-2011, 10:19 AM
Luck is relative! He has no idea what is happening. :'(
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[/html]They spoke Cherokee. Somehow, the newcomer from the meeting whom Claudius had taken a strong disliking to knew this language as if he'd been born speaking it. Claudius was shocked beyond comprehension, but committed the single word to his memory: osiyo. It sounded like some sort of greeting, perhaps a 'hello' or a 'good day' in the Cherokee language. Whatever it was, the intruder warrior seemed to like it well enough and launched in to a long speech with words and sounds Claudius could not understand. He had lived in AniWaya for two and a half years, but no one had ever taught him the language of his tribe. He knew some French, but it was rusty and unused since he could no longer practice with his mother, siblings, aunt, or cousins.[/html]
All he could feel was shock. How could this wolf know a language he had never learned? How could he learn it so fast? And why couldn't Claudius understand any of it? Claudius knew he had spent months hiding in his den slowly wasting away after his mother and siblings had left, so he had never made an effort to learn it.
As his shock faded, it was replaced by a horrible feeling of sadness. He could not learn anything about these invaders because he could not speak their language. He felt so stupid and so useless that he couldn't help the tears that began to silently fall. [html]