I recommend this site, since my favorite dictionary just closed down ;-; AND OH GOSH CLAUDIUS DON'T CRY! D: Also: Wematin's about to get scary.
Wematin was not disappointed as the white-eyed man continued. At the very least he seemed better at submissiveness than some of his counterparts within this tribe--Maska would be pleased to know of this man's obedience, at the very least--but as always, there were those who would prove him wrong. The white female was just one such wolf, although she had yet to make a move or say anything to earn a lesson as the man at the meeting had. "Hiya agatanahi nasginai nihi. Tlano anilasdalv iyudina anagisdi nutloyasdvna Ayastigis. Ayv yelique agowadvdi hiya sawu galulogi, unelaginasginasquu, ale itsula wili uduladi igadv Itses ale yeliquaiyadvnedi nanahi Ayastigis gotlvdi galvladitlv nasginai nasgi." And then, as he had said before, there were yet more who obviously did not observe respect. It was not the greatest thing on Wematin's list of of pet peeves--in fact, nothing really bothered the man except disobedience to orders--and his orders at the moment were to recruit, launch a scouting party, and make sure that everyone knew their new places.
Then this female dared growl at him? His eyes sharpened to narrow slits as he quickly moved forward to stand a mere foot from her; he was a Galonv Adagatiya--a Raven's Guardian--and he was to be respected as such from those lower than he. Most of all he wanted to prevent any transgressions she might dare make against Maska, where Wematin would have to be far less lenient with punishment. He growled deep in his throat as he looked down on the female, hackles raised and tail straight up. It was a mere show of dominance, but he was not afraid to do more if need be. As she started the back off she almost snarled, and so Wematin let out a more powerful one at her as she left, which would--hopefully--teach her a lesson. Next time, though, he would not be half as easy. For now, he was more interested in this Ayastigi who seemed the best way to start his priority, and so he did not really care for the flippant female.
The small white girl finally found her head and presented herself properly, which smoothed the black man's hackles a little. And what luck; she was a Scout, as he had been searching for. He could see by her use of the other language, though, that she was not as fluent as the man, and yet he needed her and those of her rank to get his orders moving along. "Gather all the Tsula Agatenos and Ayastigis together--at least five to a group, get some Itses if need be--and tell them this: We are to meet in two days time at the Great Fire, prepared to scout the outlying territory. If there are not enough Itses to fill the spots, get as many as you can anyway. Understood?" Now this might not have been the entire truth, but these wolves merely follow orders and nothing else. They would know more in two days time, but only as much as they needed. Wematin did not care:
He did not feel; he only followed orders.
Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.
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