[ he nods once, strongly. They weren't the same as him, but they were his kin all the same. Volug is pretty sure he doesn't need to explain to her that he's a wolf, at least.
Once she's properly treated her wounds, he narrows his eyes at her a little before turning to head towards camp, looking over his shoulder as if asking her to come with him. He hadn't really treated his own wounds much, but he seems like he doesn't care about it much. ]
[ oh god, slightly larger words than usual. At least that one's easy to pick up when you're in an army for so long. His ears flick back, picking up her words, and he turns to look at her, seeming a little surprised. A laguz could easily handle this much - didn't she know that? Then again, she didn't seem to know very much about laguz at all. She certainly was a mysterious girl.
Regardless, that leaves him with the problem of explaining, and he has very few words to do so with. His expression changes to something a little more uncertain, and he shakes his head. ]
[ Volug is glad that she speaks in small, easy-to-understand bits of sentences most of the time. Shaking his head, his brow furrows just slightly as he tries to figure out how he should respond. Things like this are exactly why he avoids talking with people who aren't Nailah most of the time. ]
... Not hurt bad. [ again, he sounds stilted - and clearly unhappy with sounding that way, too, seeing as he adds on in a long string of the ancient language that she probably can't understand: ] Us from Hatari are sturdy and heal quickly.
[ He's right in that Arietta doesn't understand what follows next-- but from the way she purses her lips, she's trying desperately to get it.
The gist, though, that's enough. She doesn't know Hatari or any of those other words, but if he says it's not bad, she'll trust him. Wolves didn't lie, not like humans did, so easily.
And so her shoulders slump a bit as the relief sweeps over her, and her eyes soften. ]
[ he feels very vaguely guilty for suddenly inundating her with the ancient language like that. Vaguely. Normally, he doesn't care - it'd be easier if everyone spoke it, honestly... The outside world is so strange. That gentle look in her eyes is what makes him feel badly, though.
For one reason or another, she actually did care and legitimately wanted to communicate with him. They could use the language of animals, but it was limited. Volug can't say it's the first time this has happened - someone wanting to get to know him better - but it's not all that often, and not only because he spends the majority of his time as a dog. He's not great with people.
But she didn't have anyone else. Maybe he could try. He nods in response after a moment's hesitation, bushy tail swaying once behind him, and slows his gait enough for her to walk beside him. ]
[ She's quick to follow, feeling strangely childlike beside him-- or maybe not so much. She'd never been impressively tall, or even a slender, curvy thing like Legretta's student. But Arietta had never minded being small. That meant being underestimated, and any creature knew that your prey lowering its guard was the best possible thing.
Right now, though, she wonders what it might be like to be able to walk with Volug without him having to slow for her. Maybe she'll just have to practice quicker strides...
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Once she's properly treated her wounds, he narrows his eyes at her a little before turning to head towards camp, looking over his shoulder as if asking her to come with him. He hadn't really treated his own wounds much, but he seems like he doesn't care about it much. ]
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Wait, your injuries--!
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Regardless, that leaves him with the problem of explaining, and he has very few words to do so with. His expression changes to something a little more uncertain, and he shakes his head. ]
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... Thy don't hurt?
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... Not hurt bad. [ again, he sounds stilted - and clearly unhappy with sounding that way, too, seeing as he adds on in a long string of the ancient language that she probably can't understand: ] Us from Hatari are sturdy and heal quickly.
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The gist, though, that's enough. She doesn't know Hatari or any of those other words, but if he says it's not bad, she'll trust him. Wolves didn't lie, not like humans did, so easily.
And so her shoulders slump a bit as the relief sweeps over her, and her eyes soften. ]
Then I'm glad.
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For one reason or another, she actually did care and legitimately wanted to communicate with him. They could use the language of animals, but it was limited. Volug can't say it's the first time this has happened - someone wanting to get to know him better - but it's not all that often, and not only because he spends the majority of his time as a dog. He's not great with people.
But she didn't have anyone else. Maybe he could try. He nods in response after a moment's hesitation, bushy tail swaying once behind him, and slows his gait enough for her to walk beside him. ]
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Right now, though, she wonders what it might be like to be able to walk with Volug without him having to slow for her. Maybe she'll just have to practice quicker strides...
... And not nearly stumble over tree roots. ]