Walls

Mikhail thought he spied the barest glimmer of amusement on the woman's face before she reigned it in and instead gave him an answer to his question and, once again, surprised him with her willingness to share so much. Her facade was only that then - a face to hide behind. What made a lady want to hide? But he listened to her explanation in silence, his face a mask behind which his thoughts hid... but undoubtedly danced enthusiastically with the idea of a gecko learning to speak a canid language.

"I admit I am not very good but I can do the 'I am big' call. He taught me it first no doubt due to his sense of irony. It's a rather harsh sound and it goes something... like this."

Perhaps it was a mistake on Mikhail's part to perk his ears to listen, for the sound she made was almost painful to him... not the most painful sound he had heard, no, but far from the musical voice of a wolf. He was almost grateful to have difficulty hearing out of one ear! He hadn't thought a wolf could make a sound like that - and indeed, it was a sound that would've caught his attention readily in an urgent situation. It was a dangerous sound... how appropriate if it was meant to make one think of the speaker as bigger and meaner.

Mikhail only realized he had splayed his ears when he perked them up again to hear the woman's last statement. The man's furry brows lifted and a grin briefly split his maw, "I concur. It is a rather as harsh as you say! Is all of the gecko language spoken like that? I cannot say I have heard a gecko have a conversation myself..."