A ọrọ ti �gb�gbọ (Skah)

She would look to him and immediately his gaze would drop from her's though he was continue to study her despite his averted gaze. He held his own body relatively relaxed, loose and at ease despite her current state. Ears would remain turned down, a sign of non dominance though he would listen and hang on her every word. She would confirm his suspicions that she was not sleeping well, speaking of the goddess and her nightmares. Did the goddess send visions of terror often enough to mistake nightmares for them? He would not speak his own concerns, for his family and for the tribe, instead he would simply stand beside her and act as a sounding board. He would not speak unless his direct opinion would be asked.

Words would come again a short time after and he would lift his skull suspiciously, a frown knitting his brows together. She had been asking much of him lately. Normally he would not complain but with the northern wolves now able to access their home he felt uneasy about leaving her side ever. She would request a favour and he would bow his own skull deeply enough that maw would brush the ground."Dajudaju Aika . Kini o beere..." His words were soft, almost a whisper against the ground. He would hope that she would not request him to leave but at the same time it was his duty to serve her. How could he say no?

"Speaking"