Frustration in her deep eyes. He couldn't help but to smirk from it.
He draws nearer then, each step he takes a long stride on spidery legs as he slinks into her direction. Silvered and gold like sunshine on snow.
Little laaaay-de.His accent is thickly offered, yet with words she would understand, at least. A man who solely aligned himself among caribou hunters, despite which clan, he did not know what purpose she would give in the long run. So instead, he thought short term.
He draws nearer then, each step he takes a long stride on spidery legs as he slinks into her direction. Silvered and gold like sunshine on snow.
I Yaalk'ali.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"