Not from here. the wolf god nodded to that exuberantly, tail swishing back and forth some more with a low thrumming at his petting. She could answer yes and no questions, contemplating another way to possibly converse with him.
Jack smiled and let out a little laugh. "Hey, I got one." His fingers continued petting over her fur, enjoying the texture. "I wonder where you're from," he murmured. "The wolves I'm used to don't have this kind of fur," he informed the animal. "Is it a nice place where you're from?"











