Peaceful Sins

Ears would prick as she heard a voice - so focused on nuzzling Farrym to warm him up a bit before she let him run, she had been completely oblvious of the male's approach. Fur on her spine rose briefly as she turned her head to him; upon seeing him, it flattened, and her head tilted at his words. She did not... understand them at all. And they sounded nothing like how the other two languages - Italian and Spanish - sounded.

Farrym would wiggle in Lillianna's paws; standing on his hind paws and sitting back in the snow; it was utterly peculiar - and fascinating to Lillianna - how he did that. "H-hei!" he chirped at Mikkal, attempting to imitate the language. Lillianna stood as Farrym did, blinking at the stranger. "Hello," she would answer softly, in her own language - hoping he understood. "I can't understand you," she replied. She was curious about this stranger, this stranger whom Farrym liked immediately, this language, this culture. It sounded so interesting, and unique... and she surprisingly appreciated the company.