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To his surprise, the man reclined as if on command. He had no idea that his attempt at speaking the word could mean many things, and so furrowed his brows in confusion as Tatsuya echoed the sound. Maybe he needed more encouragement? Did he understand himself? Sitamat vaguely recalled the man spoke a very different sounding language when he and Pingasut had encountered him a second time.

Although, the boy's ears perked at the mention of his name. First slow, and then faster as he repeated the question. He understood it as a question from Tatsuya's tone, though what he was asking of him was lost to the young cub. His head quirked to one side, and then to the other before he leapt forward with a yip. "Sit!" he repeated eagerly, before his brow furrowed as he tried to remember the other word Tonravik had taught him.

"Uhh...sit...uuk? Uukaluk!" He butchered the pronunciation, but at least this time he got the word right — rabbit. That was what he wanted.