Duck Lake take it to reality

Just like Zoratto, she was feisty, quick to anger. Her sudden aggressiveness reminded him of his wife, who he had left behind with Navi — who, truthfully, he loved more — while he and his captive scouted the new lands. Eshinni had been as equally hostile, at least in her younger years, and Rhanno had been drawn to that. As a Dotharan, it was in their nature to admire strength and...feistiness. Although he hadn't understood what she had said (however, he knew the word grandpa, Zoratto had used it plenty of times), he could tell her intentions by the raised ridge of fur along her back and by the flashing of her teeth.

With a roll of his shoulders, he finished his drink and raised his head, casting her an almost dismissive glance before looking beyond her at the trees that lined the lake. He didn't think about heading towards them, though, much too interested in the stranger now. She looked strong and no one smell stood out from the rest — she was a loner. Perhaps one that he could recruit? The idea didn't seem likely, though, what with her current disposition and the obvious language barrier. "Si hefoc astahi iba," he said with an amused hum, knowing full well she wouldn't understand the language of the Dotharan. "Name Rhanno," he then greeted with his basic grasp of the common tongue.