Saah-loo-tHe corrected with exaggeration, snickering at her poor French. He was realizing a lot of folks didn't seem to have the knack for it. Zeek rolled his eyes, proud of himself for having the ability to converse much better in the superior tongue.
It's hello, in Français. I'm Zacharie.
He sniffed her back, circling the pale she-wolf with tip-tapping paws awash in eagerness. And then with a yippy growl, dropped into play-bow again. Little teeth snapped the air by her face,
I'm a warrior! Bet you can't beat me Siggy!
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.


