7/30/2025, 4:08 PM
The boy's demeanor chilled, as Solulfur asked after his knowledge of Common. At first, she assumed he was not fluent, that they'd have to teach him and she would end up with a boy at her heels to play translator for for however long it took to learn a new tongue. She wasn't sure what to expect from learning new languages so late in life - she'd been more or less fluent in all four of her known languages by the time she was his age. Perhaps thankfully, Torgar could speak the common tongue, so he'd be able to speak with his new packmates.
Somehow, the Sun-wolf still suspected she may end up with a timber-clad shadow, if the boy's apprehensive tone and sudden dampened enthusiasm was anything to judge by.
She knew she could relate to what he was feeling, even if her sympathies were difficult to garner when they were still hardly more than strangers. Solulfur had some kind of mercy, though, and gave an agreeable nod of her head and a knowing look.
Auðvitað getum við; Ég er alltaf feginn fyrir tækifærið til að tala tungu móður minnar. Bróðir minn - Nottin - er fyrsti hugrekki okkar. Hann talar líka þetta tungumál og mun skilja þig.
