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It had only been a couple of years since the giant stepped foot onto the new lands, but still he did not quite grasp the English language well. Part of the silence that Viking surrounded himself with was not just to speak until spoken to by his leaders, but for the lack of understanding. Pups, on a new level of incoherency, spoke as if they had something stuck to the roof of their mouth, and seemed to babble. When the male turned his back, the pup whose life he spared still sat there, and began to speak in what sounded like a pleading tone.

The steps that the giant warrior took now halted, as King tried to make sense of what this needy pup wanted. There were a few words that the male could not comprehend, even if it was spoken from an older wolf. The male knew the pup was lost, but it wasn't the male's responsibility to find its home for it. Slowly, he turned his head, antlers casting a long shadow on the ground. "Gå hjem," Viking spoke gruffly in his own language, voice cracking from lack of use.

Even as Viking took further steps away from the scene, from the corner of his single eye he saw the fuzzy thing following him. Ears pressed back against his head, the air resounding with the pup's desperate squeaking. He did not understand the word 'hewp' that it kept asking him for, and as the warrior walked on, for a moment he was beginning to wish he hadn't responded to the calls for help. Now, it seemed it was going to follow him everywhere, as the giant's stature alone wasn't enough to send the pup running. King did his best to ignore the young pup still, pressing forward and pushing foliage aside with his massive form. The male figured that if he kept ignoring the thing, it would give up and find its own way home. In the warrior's homeland, any pup that was lost deserved to stay lost - one had to know their way around for such cases. It was the way things were, or supposed to be.. but in every hardened warrior's form lay a heart which was theirs, and theirs alone.

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