Stirring Shadows [Drachen]

He was silently pleased when the Spirit took the hare and after skinning it, took a haunch for herself to eat. He was glad that he could repay her some of the kindness that she had shown him since his arrival. He took the remaining meat that she returned to him and made quick work of his meal and cleaning his tan lips as Aurielle asked him a question, wanting to know if he wanted to learn how to write her language. While he was familiar was writing in a sense, his birthpack had various marks used to carve into wood to mark boundaries and even marks meant to send a fearful message to those who crossed the King, but Drachen had a feeling that this crafty woman meant something much more complicated than that.

"Yes, of course." He rumbled quickly after, a small ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips at the thought of a challenge. "I have learned at a young age that there is no such thing as having too many skills." He continued on in his soft hushed tones. That was a lesson that his mother had always insisted he took to heart, remembering fondly the few gentle but firm whacks of his mother's paw on the back of his head when he tried to slack off on a lesson as a pup. A tan brow lifted over a deep blue eye as he rumbled again "I am ready to begin now if you have the time for it?" he offered, eager to learn but unsure if she was only stopping by to find out if he was interested or if she had planned on starting the lesson right now.