Amutaq tilted his head at the silvery girl, his green and gold eyes blinking still slightly surprised by the fact that she was speaking the ancient language. It wasn’t that it would get her killed, it just was he hadn’t heard it from anyone but wolves of Trenus. He had heard that Iromar also had wolves that speak it now, and surely a lot of Heyel’s kids probably had kids of the own now too that also spoke it. Angels were prideful, very very prideful. Even those that were even adoptive children of Heyel seemed to hold that edge that made them think they were oh so special. He knew then that this ‘Ayal’ she spoke of then must have been the child of one of Heyel’s kids. He tilted his head considering this for a second as she said she was upset.

”Upset? Well my sister is not an angel and she speaks it. This Ayal child… do you remember what she looked like? What colors her fur were?” He was curious very curious about this pup. He knew they were such uptight wolves to be sure but what right did they have to be highly upset at another speaking their language? It was essentially the second language of Moladion anymore. Why would she be so mad? It was confusing it seems many of them simply spoke the language to speak it anymore or not be played by the angels. Amu used to tease the angel girl Micteca, but she was not the blood of Heyel, her other was adopted by Heyel though everyone was led to believe that they were blood. He pondered this for a moment before letting his eyes again drift to the horizon. A sigh escaped his maw. Were the angels so arrogant now that they let their children insult adults? Well he would be having a chat with his sister about teaching those pups a lesson if she’s their best assassin.

He rolled over on his back still pressed against her so that their fur intertwined. He didn’t have half the issue she did being on her back. He stared at the sky happy it looked the same no mattered where his white toed paws carried him. He wondered where she picked it up if she wasn’t an angel. Surely somewhere during her many wanderings. Well it didn’t matter really did it? That girl was in the wrong, many non-angel wolves knew it around here now, for all that girl knew the fem could have been a long lost relative or something. She had the lighter fur and the violet eyes. What wasn’t to say she wasn’t?

”Well I know you have fur, but it’s just nice to be extra warm in this cold. I won’t bother you too much longer, I figure you got things to do.” He said his tail giving a few swishes. He had taken up enough of her time, at least he taught her how to cuddle properly. That was something right?