in laughter, in strife

[Dohi Ulagahasti]

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He listened patiently to the spidery language of the foreign wolf, but he was unable to understand any of it beyond the name. Barthélémy Aston? he repeated with warmth, his eyes lighting up slightly; at least he could understand that much. He placed a broad hand on his own chest and, slower than normal (as requested, though he didn't know it), he said, Dohi Ulagahasti. It meant "peaceful fall" but if he was to add that, it might throw the wolf off even more. He kept with his namesake perfectly, which was, perhaps, a little strange. Dohi didn't want to upset anybody and, given the language barrier, he would do anything to make sure he didn't mess up.

I can't understand, he repeated, slower than before, and sadly shaking his head slowly. Then he gestured to Barthélémy and asked, again a margin slower, Are you new here? and as he said the final word, he gestured around them; he hoped at least some of the words sounded similar to his own. He was undeniably upset that he couldn't communicate well with the creamy man, but at the same time he knew it was probably a positive experience that they were trying.

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