Fishing is not such a fun way to earn food. No. Those scaley things are not easy to catch and it angers me. I am hungry and my belly is not the happiness right now. With a sigh I abandon the thought of food and try to take my mind off of the idea. Orbs of a gold coler and violet flick off to the side catching the frame of one like her. Well no not a clone but he or she seems to be about her age but something is off about the pelted boy....but i cant put my whole entire tongue on it. Hmm well lets go ask him. I wade into the water allowing its free flowing form to soak into my charcoal fur and weigh down my body just alittle bit. I had this swimming thing down, well no nevermind forget that. Paws kick at the water like a frailing youngb pup as i swim forward for the shore that lays out infront of me. Surface meets the princess's paws and I am able to be relived for the land. Pulling my blackened and angel marked frame onto shore i shake out my pelt sending droplets flying causing whatever they hit to get wet. My orbs of mismatched color look over in the general direction which held the frame of the boy mere seconds before. Auds stretch forward as i moves forward towards this bush waiting for him to come out. Feeling like had i invaded his space to much i settle down upon the ground and speak in my natural language. That which is taught to those of the ancient bloodline. For if this boy spoke it great, if not well i guess i could try speaking their language

"I puer, tu noli timere, nec latere possint non, nisi lacessitus. Im sapiens"

Eyes search the bush waiting, tail thumping against the ground.

"Do you understand me or will i have to speak in this language?"

I ask and raise a tuft of hair above my eye waiting for his response