She moved closer, and there was a growing rumble in his throat as she neared. It wasn't verbal, not yet, but his chest fur trembled slightly with the vibration of it.
Then she speaks the old tongue, and butchers it as much as he does the common. It is enough to make the right side of his lip twitch, partly from the irony and partly from her words. Of course she had a will to live, all things did. However did she truly wish to live with such shame, with being weaker than those with all four legs? She returns to the common tongue, and he grunted at her words.
"Korr." He had no last name, and didn't give one. His gaze flickered down to the single leaf she left behind, and the sharp tang it gave the air. His gaze went then to the dip, then settled back on the girl. "Not cripple only. Grass eater too." Another twitch of the lip, and...an attempt at humor.
He would humor the girl, out of pity and out of his own confused curiosity.
