Ankyra Sound hūrenkon

There is quiet, and then she answers - looking less concerned for himself specifically, and much more confused overall. It dawns on him at this point that the northern isles are probably too far removed from this place. Maybe they do not speak the same language? But he does his best to appear harmless to her; he is not outwardly warm or inviting, he does not wag his tail or do any physical thing to indicate that he is an ally (because he is unsure of that himself), but the ghost does not grow impatient or angry. He merely waits, and when she speaks... There is confusion all around.

Se guēsin iksis brōztagon Jin? he murmurs in response, and it is as if the chill has dropped from his voice. The language has shifted too, for in his surprise the ghost has slipped back to the old tongue of his mother - yet in hearing his own voice speaking the tongue aloud, he seems to falter, to think, and is suddenly grim. He slides closer, smooth as ice as he ducks around the sunlight, and adds: Iksis bisa aōha lenton?

He is closer, and so it is easier for him to detect the truth. The shadow is layered with many scents and while the forest is among them, it is not the strongest. There are others - many others - and the familiar mark of mountain among them.