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Sonja was more than pleased to hear the words coming out of her mates mouth and her tail wagged behind her before it decided to hang lazy by her legs. Her fingers gripped upon his arm a little. "Buono," she said quietly and decided to spend the next little bit in the quiet. The woman did not mind it at all and found it to be comforting at times. In a new land, her eyes were busy looking at her surroundings and absorbing everything in. It would take a while to get used to this sort of lifestyle. She just hoped she could find something that would suit her normalcy here so it would not be a total downgrade from Italy. Her community might have been small but it was all she was used to and being anything less than that was absurd to her. The woman only heard stories of the lands over here and now she was ready to experience them first hand.
Her husband mumbled something in Russian she did not understand and her jaw parted to question him, her gaze lifted to catch his features. Her head turned just in time to see the grey wolf that spoke to the both of them in a Russian accent but definitely in English. She did not recognize him and her husband greeted him in English as well. She only knew a few words but she was not able to put them together to make any sense and it was when Raskolnikov spoke to her that she was finally able to understand what was going on. She looked up to him as a child would a parent when she was too shy to respond to someone she was supposed to know. Though she did not know the man, he was family to her mate and she had to put a smile on her face and greet him.
Her hand fell from around his arm and she nodded her head. "I am Sonja," she greeted slowly, making sure to sound as clear as she could. She could easily speak too fast and break her English or make it too difficult to understand her. Sometimes Raskolnikov had trouble keeping up with her if she was upset when she went on in the famous fashion speed of anger. "It is nice to know you," she said with an idle flick of her tail and let her hands dangle at her side so the two family members could return to their catching up while she lingered in the background.
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