The female would ask if Archelaus was there to reminisce, and the male would dip his head slightly. In a way, he was. At her words, he would speak up. The Armada had no intentions of staying here too long. "I'm not staying here long. I-" Archelaus followed the female's gaze as she narrowed her gaze. He stared at the musk oxen. They were too far away and, although Archelaus knew he could hunt one, because he was great, he didn't move from his spot. Instead, he yawned, red gaze closing momentarily. And yes, it was pretty much in the female's face.
"Speech"
![[Image: Z6bvUpf.png?1]](http://i.imgur.com/Z6bvUpf.png?1)
