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Nietzsche flicked his ears at the sound of the greeting. He turned towards the stranger, startling eyes sharp and aloof. He tilted his head slightly, and, although he was curious, he maintained his distance. He didn't understand the language she was speaking in very well, but he had been learning. Once he had left his former home, his language had begun to die out in frequency to be replaced by the one the female was speaking. "Hallo." He greeted, his voice rather even and his face betraying nothing but quiet intrigue. He hadn't had a proper conversation for quite some time, and the proposition was a bit exciting. Nietzsche certainly didn't expect something of any merit, he doubted that there were many out there as smart as he was- but perhaps he could learn a few things about where he had found himself.
His dual-colored eyes left the white female to look towards the other wolf who was approaching. They formed a triangle, and Nietzsche glanced between them, not uneasily, but with curiosity. Why had they both chosen to approach him? Was he interesting because he did not smell like these lands? He gave the other female a stiff smile when she spoke. He wanted to be cordial, he had always been told to treat women well- they were, after all, far more delicate and sensitive than males. He had to admit though that all this female attention was rather nice.
"Nein, you are not. Interrupting, that is." He said with a short wag of his tail. "Can you tell me vhat this place is called? I have just arrived, today." Nietzsche was trying his best to communicate in a language that they could understand, and although his voice was heavily accented, he thought that he was doing quite well. "Uh... ich heiße Nietzsche." He wanted to be cordial, and in order to find something out about these two strangers, he must share something with them as well. His name, he thought, was a good start.
Egoism Is The Very Essence Of A Noble Soul
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