I went back to the campsite clearing. There I find the girl, standing up on the bedroll while clutching to her staff, and also the red streak, that is lying down on his side, panting and bleeding. It will die before long.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii”

The girl looks at me, and begins to panic again. Not good. I need to do something quickly, to show I am not a threat. What can I do? Vulcan hand signs? No, there are claws in my hands. Reach for the stars in a “I surrender” fashion? It might look like I am aiming for an overhead attack. The Japanese dogeza? I think she saw my red streak underbelly gore maneuver. What? Time is running, think man! If she were the police… “hands behind my head”!

I place both hands behind my head, and intertwine the fingers. Then I fall to my knees and stand still. Breathing slowly, I try to placate my mind as to not let out a single sign of aggression.

I lift my eyesight a bit, and check the girl. Her pure white dress is covered in several blood splatters. Her hair is also dirt with some blood that spilled underneath me. But at least she is giving me a puzzled look, not a frightened one.

After some minutes that felt like anguishing eternity, she spoke:

“Barada garuda, creepoja ho quaret? Luvuza mijoda!”

What????? Ow, rewind! What in heavens is she speaking? Not only I can’t speak because of this coarse tongue and long tusks, I can’t also understand speech?

C’mon reincarnation gods, universal language understanding is a given! I should get cheats, not be cheated upon!

I check myself while cursing. My bite wounds are gone, but the burns from going over the campsite are not. Is this a regeneration ability? Am I vulnerable to fire? Seems so.

The girl is still speaking, and I have the most awkward conversation ever:

“Luvuza cayuta? Barada garuda?”

“Grooo Rawr.” (Dunno what you are talking about)

“Luvuza cayukan?”

“Brakawoooo” (Still no clue, lass)

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“Kare mokoza, kawabe creepoja?”

She points at the red streak, that is still alive. What tenacity. Just bleed out and die, already.

I am still on my “you are under arrest” position. I look at the red streak, then look at the girl.

“Rwooo Grawl” (Do you want to kill it?)

I tilt my nose at the girl, like I wanted to point at her. Then I turn at the red streak, and make a head motion towards it.

“Luruga Hureta mokoza...” - she says while pointing the staff at the red streak wolf boss.

“Mwokrozaa” (Mokoza?) - Is it wolf in her language?

“quore mokoza.” - She keeps pointing at the red streak.

Lets put more effort into the tongue dexterity. My lips are stiff and can’t seal as well as a human, so air keeps escaping the mouth. I wet my mouth, but all I can taste is blood.

“Mokosaaa” (Wolveee) – still no good.

“Mokoza. Mo – ko – za.”

“Mokoxa” (Wolfret) – almost there.

She puffs her cheeks, and slowly traces her mouth with a fingertips

“Mo – ko – za”

“Mokoza” (wolf!) I was finally able to put my tongue against the ceiling and make a zzz sound.

“Wolf! Cayuta!”

She claps her hands over the staff shaft, and beam a smile. That would get 11 out of 10 if she were not covered in blood. And this reminds me, there is something dangling on my horn. I slowly move my hand and pick it. Eww, wolf “parts”. I swipe my hands over my horns, to remove it all. Then I shake both hands, making a disgusted growl.

“Wolf polegga, eww”

Yeah, polegga, eww. Agreed 100%.

“Wolf, growwwrawr” (what do we do with this wolf here? Should we finish him?)

“Wolf trukreda?” - she makes a motion of bringing something to her mouth.

“Grukregraww, ruuuk” (No, I don’t want to eat the wolf raw).

“Trukreda cayuta?” - And now she brings the hand close to the mouth, then makes a disgusted face and a motion like pushing something away.

“Thrukrewgaaa” - dude this is hard. I put my tongue out and pull it back slowly.

“Eat wolf?” - she asks again

I shake my head sideways, then put a hand over the mouth and make the pushing away gesture imitating her.

“Maafuda wolf?” - Then she swings her staff in a wide motion.

“Rawr” - I make a faint roar, and swing my claws imitating her staff.

“Maafuda! Wolf suquoba!” - she goes from a resolute face on ‘mafuda’ to a pained face on ‘suquoba’

So is maafuda related to killing, while suquoba is to suffering? I try again to speak.

“Nraathuudaaww” - I want to dig a hole and bury my head in shame right now.

“Kill the wolf, it is suffering” - she bonks her staff’s tip to her head with pleading eyes.

I turn towards the wolf, then clap my hands together, bow my head and offer a parting prayer to my enemy. Then in a swift motion, I cut the soft part of the neck.

[Ding Ding – Pon Porom!]

And some weird fanfarre rings in my head. Is this what I am thinking it is???!