Nocturne

He looked up at her abruptly, the final pieces clicking together all at once. “Ano thars prey on the Steppe.” He said abruptly. “Moar clean water as well.” He said, his voice still a rough grumble despite it’s helpful nature. “A keen imagine moar a the pack’ll be thar .” It had officially been the most he had spoken to a single person since arriving, and still he had more to say. “Lard nos the hunting her is shite. Naeone ‘ll be wantin tae be her.” He finished with a small hint of a smile tugging at his torn lips. He couldn’t be mad at her, she had at least tried to bond with him, and had to some extent called him out of his hiding place and didn’t seem to want to call attention to his ghastly appearance or strange tongue. Whether she understood a word he said on the other hand was an entirely different matter

This is him talking