By the twitch of her tail, it became steadily apparent that the woman was not fond of the Eorzean tongue, or its use for that matter. Too many meanings for a single word, the implications of them, as well as the difficulty that went into the written word. Hearing more of it as it was spoken roused a light throbbing in her temple til she felt the need to press a pair of fingers against the wood of her mask above it.
"If suited to you..." she grumbled lowly, finally, feeling no need to continue on when her own understanding was limited, let alone his own.
Shrugging the pelt higher over her shoulders, she then clicked her tongue for the she-wolf's attention. :Come little hunter: She beckoned and took a step back as a wolf pushed herself to stand. Idly, the beast shook herself out, minding the cargo she carried, then eased herself sidelong for the hunter to retrieve her spear secured to the side. For a moment, the male was the furthest thought from her mind as she freed the bone and wooden spear from its slip to raise it upright.
Hearing the light rattle of the bone raised the she-wolf to attention, her eyes wide and eager, tail swaying like a pup in wait for its treat. Though it could not be seen, she could hear the smile of her master in the chuckle and air she exude, then eagerly butted her crown against a scaled horn. They had spent their time idle. But now... now was a time for action. :Come: she giggled, patting the wolf against the muzzle as she took a leading step forward then raised her head to the taller male. "...leaving now for hunt."
"If suited to you..." she grumbled lowly, finally, feeling no need to continue on when her own understanding was limited, let alone his own.
Shrugging the pelt higher over her shoulders, she then clicked her tongue for the she-wolf's attention. :Come little hunter: She beckoned and took a step back as a wolf pushed herself to stand. Idly, the beast shook herself out, minding the cargo she carried, then eased herself sidelong for the hunter to retrieve her spear secured to the side. For a moment, the male was the furthest thought from her mind as she freed the bone and wooden spear from its slip to raise it upright.
Hearing the light rattle of the bone raised the she-wolf to attention, her eyes wide and eager, tail swaying like a pup in wait for its treat. Though it could not be seen, she could hear the smile of her master in the chuckle and air she exude, then eagerly butted her crown against a scaled horn. They had spent their time idle. But now... now was a time for action. :Come: she giggled, patting the wolf against the muzzle as she took a leading step forward then raised her head to the taller male. "...leaving now for hunt."
