04-19-2009, 02:59 PM
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OOC: Would you like some fail with your delay?
Well, damn, he'd been spotted. This was not how everything had been planned out. He hovered somewhat uncertainly, not really sure if the other wolf would pose a question and then call out for the leaders or defenders of the pack. Assuming he wasn't one of them, of course. Lubomir looked closer at the male. What a weird guy he was. Clothes no longer shocked him, but hats certainly did. They were uncommon here, as far as he could tell and he'd only seen a few in Europe, mostly worn by travellers who needed to obscure their faces. What this wolf was doing was not hiding. Not with all that sweet stuff around. Lubomir tried again to figure out what it was. Nothing he'd ever had before, that much he could be sure of.
Uh... what language was the guy speaking? Lubomir didn't really understand. It sounded familiar, like a song he'd heard a long time ago or a poem from a book. Was it French? It had been quite a while since he'd tested his French. Je ne comprendre. You speak English? I would like to try, yes. He nodded vigorously, to show his excitement. Why not? It wasn't like he would die from trying anything. Why would a wolf be preparing poison in his own pack lands? The grey wolf walked closer to the other, smiling and wagging his tail. I'm Lubomir. What's your name?
Well, damn, he'd been spotted. This was not how everything had been planned out. He hovered somewhat uncertainly, not really sure if the other wolf would pose a question and then call out for the leaders or defenders of the pack. Assuming he wasn't one of them, of course. Lubomir looked closer at the male. What a weird guy he was. Clothes no longer shocked him, but hats certainly did. They were uncommon here, as far as he could tell and he'd only seen a few in Europe, mostly worn by travellers who needed to obscure their faces. What this wolf was doing was not hiding. Not with all that sweet stuff around. Lubomir tried again to figure out what it was. Nothing he'd ever had before, that much he could be sure of.
Uh... what language was the guy speaking? Lubomir didn't really understand. It sounded familiar, like a song he'd heard a long time ago or a poem from a book. Was it French? It had been quite a while since he'd tested his French. Je ne comprendre. You speak English? I would like to try, yes. He nodded vigorously, to show his excitement. Why not? It wasn't like he would die from trying anything. Why would a wolf be preparing poison in his own pack lands? The grey wolf walked closer to the other, smiling and wagging his tail. I'm Lubomir. What's your name?