To the batcave

Thoren was more than a bit confused by her awkward approach, but he summed it up to difficulty navigating the terrain and not because of him. Her bashful response made him smile and nod slightly in response. As she got closer, the scent of her heat touched his nostrils, he was not immune to its effects muscles tensed at the smell before he shook himself, letting his muscles relax. He had a mate, he didn’t need another. At least…that’s what he was telling himself. Of course…he actually had to get back to him home land to have that mate but he’d return soon enough.

Her question brought him back to the present and he nodded. “Yes, but finished in the middle.” He answered, pleased that he actually knew all the words this time- his accent was still there but his speech was not as choppy as it usually was. Sometimes it took a moment to get the words to come to mind in the common tongue. As they continued walking, he was pleased, mostly because it meant he could follow the bats to their cave. Ragnheiõr. Interesting name. “Thoren…well met, Ragnheiõr.” He replied, using his own form of ‘pleased to meet you’. “I’m looking for the bat cave…I was told it was in this island." Well, at least she knew what he was looking for now, maybe it made it less awkward if she knew he had a destination in mind? Maybe it made it more awkward…