when lev noticed she could speak his language, he dipped his head saying he understood. her question of why he was standing over her in the manner he had, made him chuckle to himself while shaking his head slightly. Вы вообще не помните?Do you not remember at all? he stared at her speaking slower for her, lowering his rump to the ground. this vixen had been snarling and growing at him just moments before; now he thought she was either messing around or she legitimately did not know what she was doing. lev stared back at the vixen, Kahlan she called herself. she seemed like she needed a friend while still every bone in his body said to get the hell out of there as soon as he could. or to just get up and walk away, that she was not his problem. but he stayed put. stayed because something in his black heart told him to.

when she looked him over following two words, he decided to ignore it. if they spent time together maybe in due time he'd tell her about the scars, about his past. but as for now, he stayed quiet. when he finally decided to speak, he opened his maw and let words flow from it, deep vocals filling the air with foreign words. Странно, что волк не помнит ее действияit's strange a wolf does not remember her actions after that he checked their surroundings, moving his ears in all directions and looking behind her and then back at her.