P.J'adore

The young boy's head pulled up immediately upon hearing a voice. The whispers of the forest were never ending, but most of them had faded into the background by now. Still being near Dahlia borders, he assumed the male would be no harm. He stepped back from the water, directing his eyes towards him. "Uh.. Hi."

Range had a vocabulary that was constantly growing- And to his knowledge, that word was not English. Bi-coloured orbs watched cautiously as a winged fellow landed near the wolf. He raised his brow, but didn't speak harshly. The boy listened, hearing the male murmur another word Range was not familiar with. "What are you speaking?" He asked, cocking his head. Though his words may have only sounded as if they were spoken from pure curiosity- The male also wished to know if he could continue a conversation on with the creature or not. "Someone that doesn't speak the same language probably won't bring a very interesting conversation.."

The pup loosened his body, bringing himself to a sitting position. Chances are that it wasn't the right move, since if the wolf was to lunge Range would probably get less of a fighting chance. He did hope to ease into conversation, though. In this position it helped to make it seem as if the pup had no where to go.. As this was the truth.

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Range nodded his head, showing acknowledgment towards the gentleman. He couldn't really figure out why the bird had seemed to be following him.. Or why it stayed with him voluntarily. Birds and wolves were not meant to be together- Or at least that's what the pup's mind drew up from it all. Little did he know that even back when cave drawings were popular, humans consider the crow and the wolf one.

Humans had never been a topic of real interest for him. They came, and they went. Just like migrating animals. Extinction was not a word his vocabulary included, and his mental dictionary probably wouldn't recognize it either. "Where did you learn it.. If you don't mind me asking?" His attempt not to pressure, or scare off the man, was obvious. While it would be no ones place to say that everyone could pick it up, most with the gift of sight and hearing could figure it out.

"I'm Range Soul. Or so they say." Who his parents were was still unknown to many people.. Range being among them. The last name was one he shared with Conor, the alpha of his pack. He may have received it simply because he was part of Dahlia, or maybe because the family ties ran deeper then he anyone knew. The name 'Stormbringer' danced around his pack, and over time, the two toned male found that it was the surname his 'father' carried. "From Dahlia."

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"Interesting.." Range noted, staring at the ground for a minute to ponder his words. "Native.. That means they were here first, right?" He wondered what other things made up the brown wolves heritage.. But did not want to be rude in asking. The curious male turned his gaze to the man's feathered companion, speaking before he even decided the nicest way to ask. "Why does that bird follow you?" His words did not quite come off as rude, merely curious to say the least. "I mean.. Most that I've met just seem to mind their own business."

He offered the male a smile, attempting to ease the obvious tension. Though neither was trespassing, neither seemed to want to push the boundaries of the other. "Visiting." He said simply, eying the forested area to his left and right. "Would you be willing to teach me some things.. From your language, I mean?" He asked, tilting his head slightly as he did so.

He did not know how difficult it would be to learn a new language. English had just kinda came to him. It was hard to ignore something everyone else was speaking. He had met few wolves compared to how many inhabited these lands, "Who knows.. Maybe learning this will help me talk to some of them. If he's willing to help, that is."

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"Spirit guide." Range repeated, gazing up at the bird. He searched for some kind of deformity or unusal characteristic that would set him apart from others of his kind. From what the soul had learned, birds weren't very clever creatures. Sneaky, yes. But most of what they did was clearly just based off of survival instincts. "It's not the same for me? He wondered. He had the ability to think, to speak and learn. It would be terribly hard to tell whether the feathered critter could do the same or not.

It was funny how the wolf spoke of the bird disappearing then reappearing- Kind of like himself. The trips he had recently been taking outside of Dahlia had started off as a way to gain independence. A way to make the world see him as some thing more then just Melee's brother. He did not really know if others thought of him that way, but it was good to be safe nonetheless- Right? The boy's face brightened a bit, excited by the fact that he may be learning a new language. "Ptitsa.. Bird." He said, saying the relation out loud. "It's alright, maybe that'll come in handy some day, too!" While he tried to copy J'adore's accent, it did not work out very well. He whispered the word a few more times, finding it to sound a bit better each time.