Silver Creek Im here with questions

He smiled at her approval, his ears cupping forward as she started into a lesson. He was nervous, wondering if he'd prove to be a dolt even with her tutoring. They started simple enough, with hello. He'd tried to say that to Spring once before, he remembered with a inward cringe.

"Buh...Bonejyour." He attempt to repeat, wincing slightly as the words left his lips. A friendly greeting. He tried to commit that to memory. "Bonejuorr." The second attempt was better, he felt. He looked to Natashe for comment, searching her face for horror at how badly he'd butchered her language. "I've heard French before, I swear." He said, attempting to joke to hide his embarrassment.