An hour had passed, and the slayer was still sitting on the stone dressed in animal skin, looking at the strangers who had saved him. He had tried to thank them, but they said something he couldn't understand. It didn't take long for his wolf to figure out that they spoke a different language from theirs. Yes, the slayer had gotten his wolf back together with all his powers. In fact, it was his wolf who had pushed him to wake up, telling him that they were surrounded by people who spoke a different language. Thanks to those strangers, they healed him in time, and thus he got all her powers back, but how was she going to thank them?"What kind of language are they speaking?" He asked his wolf."A language I know," he responded with a chuckle."If you can speak their language, then why don't you respond to their questions, you fool?" He yelled at him, causing those around him to look at her in confusion. He just smiled at them, and they smiled back at him, obviously thinking that maybe