one by one with accio donut. and Alpha*

[Alpha*]

The creature pauses, and looks at her - surpressing laughter, "A good idea, for certain. But no... I cannot read this language all that well. However," he holds up one finger to tell her to wait, "Shanks is nearby, following us actually, and will be here soon if we wait. He can read and write, and speak many languages, and I am sure he would be happy to help us. You should ask, he can't say no to you!" then, the myrth comes bubbling out.

[jet pack blues]

Dezi was relieved to know that the man-wolf was coming their way. She wasn't sure that they'd be able to make it for very long, considering that the team was split in half. She found a comfy seat and took Morag's wrist in her gentle grasp, leading him to sit with her. "What's with all the laughter?" she asked, casting a glittery, sidelong gaze to him that held a tone of curiosity. She wondered if he knew something she didn't.

[Alpha*]

Morag only laughs again, shaking his silver toned head. Then, at long last he answers, having sat down, "I may be.... alot... older than you, but.. well, I don't know everything. I know some things, and bits of other things, but not everything." he smiles, blushing and waits - holding her hand.

Shanks soon enters the library and begins to scan the shelves, appearing to not care - golden eyes shining so brightly, a dreamy expression. Lovingly does he touch the many volumes with tender feelings. In all but this place, the language of the Luga-Ru was lost, and... well, he was the last who could read the section that this trial would need. He seems to spot Dezi, and so strides over with a welcoming grin. "Dezarae, my dear, what are you doing? Your group should be researching!"

[jet pack blues]

Dezi's questioning glare soon turned into a girlish, beaming expression. "You confuse me," she concluded, shaking her head at Morag's rambling. Her head turned at the sound of a familiar, safe voice calling her name. She beamed and shrugged in reply, giving off a dramatically long sigh. "Well it appears as though my group is either illiterate or about to have a mental breakdown," she explained to Shanks, her thumb working subtle circles into the back of Morag's hand.

[Alpha*]

He pauses, scents, and considers; Its my fault, If I hadn't used the charm... he thinks, guilt in those ichor eyes. Shanks then laughs, and shakes his head, "Well, I... have been informed that I am apart of your group, so, Might I be of assistance?" the wolf-man inquires.

Morag snorts, "I am literate Dez, I just cannot read Lupine."

[jet pack blues]

Dezarae nodded, gesturing to an open seat beside theirs. "You're a blessing," she told him. "Zeke has barely spoken to anyone, and Ammon--" Dezi paused and considered, before continuing: "Well I haven't really had much conversation with her lately. I have seen her with this odd fellow lately." The human girl gave another sigh before shooting an apologetic look to Morag.

[Alpha*]

The wolf fidgets - eyes going from an almost human brown to bright gold for his distress for a brief moment, "Ah, Benami." he says, "They are hitting it off rather nicely, a member of a nearby pack." he explains. "Don't worry, it shall work out." Shanks pauses, "Well, I must teach you to read, hold on, I'll be right back." then, he is gone. In a brief moment he returns with a couple thin books and sits between Dez and Mor. "A book for each of you."

[jet pack blues]

Dezi frowned. She wanted to meet this 'Benami,' whoever he was. Not that she didn't trust Shanks' word, she was only curious. Taking one of the books offered to her, the girl furrowed her eyebrows. "So... this is Lupine?" she asked. "As in Latin for wolf?" She examined the leather bound spiral, old and weathered from use.

[Alpha*]

Shanks takes a deep breath after reading her expression; "As in the language of the Luga Ru," he answers carefully. "My.... species. Not the wer-wolf packs which you know of, I am, infact, the last of my species." His hands tenderly touch the soft leather and guilding.

[jet pack blues]

Dezi's expression softened and she watched Shanks, listening to his words. Once again, her eyebrows knit closely together, she had to wonder what he had meant by his species. She thought it was best to not question, and instead decided to learn and listen. She silently awaited any engagement. [sorry bad wb]