07-28-2010, 01:01 PM
J'adore sat on the big rock. He could smell so many other wolves. One of which he hoped was Savina. He had heard she was an Italian wofl and wanted to discuss that. He himself was half Italian, the other half was Iberian, but her sopke fluent Italian, French, Spanish and English. He had been raised in Italy so he grew up with the language on his back, as with Spanish, but instead his father has taught him the language. Spanish with Dad, Italian with Mom. He learnt English fairly easily at age 2 when he visited London with a cousin of his. His ability to speak French came at age 3 when he met up with a few wolves in France. His fluency in the languages suprise him. But being blind, he made up with his languages and his skills. He often wonder where in Italy Savina had lived. Hopefully she would wonder down the beach, and he could ask her. He had made his Italian hope the abandoned Ferrari Headquaters, it had been overgrown with plants and taken over by rats but it was home. He let another pack move in with and when he left he was told their door was always open. Many times he considered going back. Few times he had considered it. But more times he valued his life in Canada too much to let go.