(Its ok! It happens!)
The wolf settles on the couch between then with a soft huff - this was... too close for the wolf. But she smells of jasmine and licorice and so she was... comforting. Shanks, with all but one book on his lap, one foot tucked under his butt and his alittle-past-his-ears golden-brown hair tucked behind one ears opens a book - a book with the most basic of Lugarian script in it. "Your letter "A" is "Ah,"" he states, "And this," one long finger touches a symbol, "Is 'Ach', my toung for "Hunt"."

