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"Yes... or dhow?" she questioned, using a word more familiar to herself, wondering if he'd recognise it. Once spoken the thought seemed less logical, as she was yet to meet another person who knew the words she'd grown up with. Even her own mother hadn't: it had been peculiar to her father's side. "Vessels which float across the water. Some are big enough to carry entire packs across the sea. Most are smaller for one or two at a time, fishing and so forth." He hadn't asked what they were for, but she was never one to skimp on details. Her eyes were gazing into the middle distance now, thinking of the ocean, and the lands across it which tugged at her silky fur, wanting her to follow the warm winds away from this inhospitable climate. She knew nothing of the desert lands there, though: her family lore said they were a barbaric wasteland, but she had always wanted to see for herself.
"Yes, most wolves - or dogs or coyotes and everything in between - are in the hotel," she answered him. "It is roomy and comfortable and it's also where the main kitchens are. Food store place," she added, not sure if he would have heard the humanised word. "I will show you," she finished with a small smile, amused by his priorities. She herself rarely felt hunger: it was no good thing, as she often forgot to victualise herself properly. "We keep excess from our kills there. If you like to hunt, you can smoke or dry whatever you don't want yourself. I'll show you the smoke house..." They had a lot on their itinerary already, it seemed, but ahead the outskirts of the small woodland that held the Chien Hotel were coming into view. She liked the sight of those tall trees, which hid their home from the outside. A wide path, clearly once a human road entered the trees, and she led him towards this. Doubtless this had once been quite a desirable resort, due to its luxuriously large garden area and the private road approaching its tall gate, the only easy way through the high walls that surrounded the grounds. She was moving fast again now, as fast as her rib-saving skimming trot could manage. There was nothing to see until the gateway, and she was ever-mindful of his yearning stomach.
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