In what seemed like only minutes had passed before the spice toned female came into view, a smile forming on the stranger's maw as she watches the wide bodied woman make way to her over the grasses. It was interesting that a female led the pack, though not surprising given the scents that mark the border of the plains. Quetza looks the alpha in her eyes as she speaks, sitting before what would seem like the queen herself. A pleasant, yet alien voice to the foreigner, the multi-hued head of the lighter female tilts, clearly not understanding a word that slips from the tongue of the mother queen. A puzzled look further conveys what Quetza is thinking, and those odd mismatched eyes glitter as she tries to make sense of the tongue. It is here that the new female is inclined to speak, though she waits a moment, because sure enough, the woman's voice lilts again and Quetza tries to savor the words, wondering what she is saying. Frustration grows, though she is careful not to show it. Drawing on instinct, Quetza lays down, keeping her gaze uplifted in her old pack's traditional submission. "Hola, soy Quetzalcóatl, busco una casa para vivir, y los líderes dignos. Deseo servir como puedo, y desea poner mis servicios a sus patas." She speaks cheerfully, her eyes giving a sweet air, if she cannot be understood it would have to be up to body language. Either way, she speaks her purpose for a home, telling the dominant wolf with her body that she seeks to prove herself, to rise and become as great as she can be in this pack that reminds her most of home. No matter that they will not understand her, she will not understand them either, so it will be equal. She hopes. "Perdóname, no sé el idioma que habla, y así que hago mi propia declaración de la misma manera." She smiles, rising up again to recline before the queen. She hoped the she-wolf would understand her message.
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