Threat Check

It took only moments for the male to prove he understood her speech, thankfully. He grunted that she was correct, adding the name of his tribe. Only, he called it a pack. Was that the name they used for their tribes? Or maybe it was different, like a clan? She would blink at him, but say nothing of it. Her attention would drift toward the landscape, absently scanning over the terrain. She could do with a little further exploration of the area when she was done speaking with this male, of that she was sure. Broad cranium would nod a few times in understanding, humming acknowledgement quietly. Quizzical rosy gaze would flicker back to the granite features of the smaller man. "I can have- er.." She stammered awkwardly, frowning in irritation, talons would flex and dig into the soil. Why couldn't she fucking speak a single sentence? Honestly, it would be so much easier if everyone else spoke her own tongue. "ask, question?" She finished lightly, hesitating. Had she even said that right? At this point, she wasn't even sure. A soft sigh whistled through her nostrils, brows knit together as she plaintively gazed upon the male.

She felt like a damned infant all over again, learning a new language without any opportunity to learn it beforehand. Ria was trying to teach her, but it was slow going right now. There was only so much they could do before other things came up, like hunting or moving from their current den site. However, she really couldn't pass up the opportunity to speak to some sort of tribe leader. They had a lot of information to offer her, and it might help her and her misfit group get around these lands without messing up horribly.