Both master and beast simply stared at the male, the master trained to his movements whilst the wolf looked around him more so to his effects and general area rather than the fur-cloaked male directly. It sighed soundly, reflecting its master's impatience then looked to her, butting his head against her temple though minding a scaled horn. It was received with a hand on its muzzle for continued patience.
A soft cant of the masked face told of her lacking understanding for the Doman tongue, the more eloquent language never suiting to the woman's preference. Too much was she reminded of the pale cousins with whom she warred with still- both internally and externally given the Mother's blessing. Though when he spoke again in the Eorzean, she perked where she stood then leaned towards the wolf, lightly butting her head against its lower jaw.Â
"Tsetseng?" she questioned, her chords fondly humming the name of the beast. "...no female is look as her..." She rubbed the beast between her ears, doting adoringly upon her crown til the she-wolf crooned with delight and lowered to her belly, the prior impatience melting away beneath endearing scratches behind her long ears.Â
So taken by her companion, the hunter had nearly missed the page presented to her, but even upon seeing it as she lifted her head, her busied hands were no hurry to reach for it.Â
"...cannot..." she mumbled, giving the creature a swift pat on the bridge of the nose before turning her attention to the male. In turn she received and awkward rasp on the back of the head, pushing forward pale, unkempt locks to a haphazard peak rather than lay them flat. Again, the woman playfully swat at the beast, missing by a hair's breadth as deft paws pranced backward.Â
"...Raen word and scribbles..." her voice trailed, though skillfully aimed towards the Hyur. "...in trade or High born- learned?"
A soft cant of the masked face told of her lacking understanding for the Doman tongue, the more eloquent language never suiting to the woman's preference. Too much was she reminded of the pale cousins with whom she warred with still- both internally and externally given the Mother's blessing. Though when he spoke again in the Eorzean, she perked where she stood then leaned towards the wolf, lightly butting her head against its lower jaw.Â
"Tsetseng?" she questioned, her chords fondly humming the name of the beast. "...no female is look as her..." She rubbed the beast between her ears, doting adoringly upon her crown til the she-wolf crooned with delight and lowered to her belly, the prior impatience melting away beneath endearing scratches behind her long ears.Â
So taken by her companion, the hunter had nearly missed the page presented to her, but even upon seeing it as she lifted her head, her busied hands were no hurry to reach for it.Â
"...cannot..." she mumbled, giving the creature a swift pat on the bridge of the nose before turning her attention to the male. In turn she received and awkward rasp on the back of the head, pushing forward pale, unkempt locks to a haphazard peak rather than lay them flat. Again, the woman playfully swat at the beast, missing by a hair's breadth as deft paws pranced backward.Â
"...Raen word and scribbles..." her voice trailed, though skillfully aimed towards the Hyur. "...in trade or High born- learned?"
