He'd been keeping himself rather busy lately and hadn't had much chance to catch up on current pack dynamics. He'd been scouting for the Keyni girl as well as checking out the other pack that bordered the north. Now she was found he could rest at home for a while. 

He spotted Towhee headed his way, so he quickly pushed onwards with a grin. 
"How yah doin' lass?" He knew being the Kilonova of this place would be stressful, especially as they didn't seem to be in a set routine yet. He was around to make it as smooth as possible though. 
Not wanting to waste any more time with plesientries, he launched into it: "Ptero lesson? Or if yer knackered I'll give yous a story while you lay in the sun. Perhaps I'll get someone to feed you berries as well." He winked to put the cherry on top of his humor. Shitty humor, but it sometimes made people laugh.
Unless your name was Mal. Then it made you grumpier.

He did know of the sickness. And was determined to not catch it. He knew he was getting on and wasn't about to let some sickness be the sart of his downfall. So he'd kept away from the infected few, caught his own prey and drank from streams. He knew how to not get sick. Anything someone sick had touched might make him sick.
But he was in the clear now; hopefully.

At least he'd made her smile. Good start.
"Sweet. I need to know your secret language." And to stop her yelling to communicate because that was just not very sneaky was it.
He plopped down in the patch of sun, glad for its warmth cast across his back. He'd probably have a nap later.
"So, what's yah first point?" No beating around the bush for this.

He watched with quiet fascination. He'd come across few wolves who greeted with their paws, used them more as gestured to a location. But he was enthralled in the simpleness of it.
He nodded, understanding easily.

Then she did a bunch of shit with her paws that completely threw him off. He'd seen her use her paws to motion before but didn't think much of it. This was totally new.
"Whoa..." He quietly breathed, wondering what he could possibly make of it.

Then she suggested doing one for him, which he dumbly blinked to before nodding.
"Yeah. This is wild." This secret, silent language. It dumbfounded him.

He thought for a few moments. What would be useful to say in a silent language? Surely commands or directions, in case the lack of speech was needed. 

"I'd like to know how to communicate tactically. In case the need should ever arise. Say an intrusion." He knew she could give him the details. She was a tactical thinker and worker, as was he. He was ready to watch carefully, note the key movements should he have to read them again. 

The man started to copy her actions, imprinting them into his mind. They weren't too hard, but they'd surely get harder. He smirked, looking into mirrored eyes.
She was fascinating. 

She was so fluent, dynamic.
Easy. His eyes dragged away, looking to the leaves and he wasn't certain he was really talking:
"Humans are cruel though they don't mean to be. They contain you, put things on your muzzle to stop you fighting." He seemed somewhat vacant. Felt like he'd left his own body. The events felt like they happened worlds away in a different life. In some ways, it was.
He looked back to the Kilonova, blinking as if he were just coming back to himself.

His mind ran back in time, feeling the hardness of his cage, the sounds of dogs barking, the other animals in the large room. Some were large and brayed hideously, some clucked and squawked. There was a large black cat too. They were unlikely friends, he thought. They couldn't talk, but they knew how to communicate. They used their eyes and paws, he guesses a little like Ptero, but in their own way.

"Dead animal. Their old skin without fur." Leather. He didn't know how they managed to do it, but it made him gag. Torture. Not even being able to yawn properly.
"It went tight around your muzzle and strapped around behind your head." It locked you in place and there was no way to get out. He'd tried everything but he had limited space. The black feline had been there longer, she knew not to struggle. 
He swallowed thickly, glancing away.

It was always the same.
They want to know then they don't want to. Anyone who asked for him continue was to try and help him chase away the fears; the nightmares. Not out of curiosity to what and who humans are.

He wasn't surprised she asked if he even wanted to talk about it. The usual way others hinted for him to stop. Mostly. Not unless she truly wanted him to stop thinking about it.
He nodded slightly, then grinned weakly at her suggestion.
A distraction would be good.
"Show me then." 

He thought for a moment. Usually, when he was cussing someone out it came naturally, so at the moment he supposed he'd have to recall something he'd said before.
He thought back to one of the more recent times. Higoro was a good example:
You are a narcissistic​ asshole​

He smirked, wondering where the coky bastard was now.
Not very over the top though, but would be useful.
He could settle with it.
"Not over the top, but useful. Narcissistic asshat, if you would please." He grinned, knowing she likely had something better up her sleeve.