01-24-2010, 02:46 AM
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It sort of seemed to the wolf that there was some strange and suspicious plot going on. When he had first found the village Beppe had run into another Italian wolf, and here was another one. Perhaps the two wolves knew each other and Ehno had mentioned this place to the female that stood before Beppe now. The other's accent was much more pronounced than the other's had been, though, and it didn't take long for her to jump back into her native language. A smile broke through the tension and for some reason the other's words gave Beppe a fleeting sense of relief. It wasn't as if he was searching for something to save him from drowing in the murky water of his self-maintained unhappiness, but the male couldn't help but feel vaguely elated by the presence of another of his kind. "Si," he replied, nodding slightly and with the ghost of a smile on his face.
For the time being he could not think of anything else to say. Perhaps he could have questioned her on her purpose for being there, or ask her where she was from and how long she had been on this continent. These things didn't pass through the male's mind for now, though, and he merely stood and stared. He noticed that she seemed surprised and perhaps a little distressed by his sudden appearance, and he relaxed slightly. The words of his country, spoken so richly, made a warm feeling spread in his breast, and there was nothing like the familiar to bring one back to his senses.
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