Ankyra Sound to untie this knot

His laughter would have brought color to her cheeks, were wolves capable of blushing, but instead it only brought an unbearable heat as she suffered the embarrassment at her error. Caoimhe could not understand for the life of her what he was saying, and only caught one word from all of his first tirade: 'Bleckface'. And meat. Or, did he mean meet? But they had been talking about food... 

Ah, but as for the rest, she understood well enough. He was going to teach her something. To catch a creb. Caoimhe hadn't any idea what that might be, but he indicated it to her straightaways. The young druid looked to the thing that moved strangely, and then back to him. It's very small, Caoimhe said without any judgment or malice, only wonderment. These sustain you? Her Irish lilt was heavy and thick in itself, but able to be understood as she spoke slowly in her confusion.