Nova Peak let your colors bleed and blend with mine

Ég þekkja. Ég ætti þó. Mordur grumbled, short black tail swishing next to him as he stopped with his submissive posture. He lightened up a bit, feeling a bit more comfortable. Somethings he just got into a phase of being scared and submissive, but Sasha always managed to comfort him. The fluffy brown warrior woman laid her head on her paws, she was calm and he should be to. He sat beside her, getting comfortable but not as much as her. It was considered rude to seem too comfortable around a master, but he knew Sasha wouldn't care much. So he allowed himself to lie down. He dared it.

It frustrated Mordur that Sasha wouldn't speak to him in their native language. He preferred it. Being a servant, he hadn't been given the education she had, and his accent was thicker than hers. Speaking English was hard, and he hated it. But she clearly wanted him to adapt, so with a pouty grunt, he attempted to respond in the gross new language. Go where Sasha go. Sasha decides. He stumbled rather awkwardly, clearly frustrated as his ear twitched. It would've been much easier to just say it as normal. He was having a hard time with English. He offered her a pitiful look, cute boyish features giving away his young age.