Big Salmon Lake Is your tongue tied up?

The stranger did not all too impressed by Jarilo's suddenness, and he was unabashed in looking her up and down as Gannet answered him. Even so, after squinting at her name and nodding, he could not quite tell what was going on here, or why even--until he heard a little bit more. "Oh?" he murmured, keying in steadily and glancing between them both. "Like right now? For good?" he asked, mainly aiming it at Gannet despite these not exactly being questions for him when she was.. here. Jarilo was more comfortable with him, and at least knew to anticipate a very concise, abridged version of an answer if there was one to be had and right now that suited him plenty.

As for who answered exactly, he didn't dwell, and pivoted a bit more towards her before he went on. To him, she smelled like strange places--yet nothing all too particular at once. "Well. Hi," he chirruped her way, and since he now knew her name (he was pretty sure that unfamiliar thing Gannet had said was meant to be name), he may as well return with his own; naturally enough, he assumed it was obvious that he and the older male were acquainted. "I'm Jarilo. From the mountain," he informed, matching it with a quick point of his snout towards the peak behind.