Blacktail Deer Plateau tinker, tailor, stalker, scout

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The boy had not really taken much notice of Sorrel's switch in language, not until it was mentioned by a curious Aditya. Kieran glanced slowly to his sister to see her answer but it appeared she was not willing to give one - rather she took an anxious step back and he saw her hackles rise. Her ears, too, lay flat against her skull. She looked to him for guidance and he felt it his duty to give just that - so he stepped closer and made sure their sides were touching, hoping to bring comfort with his presence. 

The young hunter turned his head slightly and spoke in that language he finally had an excuse to use - for not many he knew knew what it was or understood it, much less grasped how to communicate with these other words. He, however, had grown up with it. "Vous êtes en sécurité, il est très bien. Vous pouvez rester prèsde moi." He spoke softly to her - had kept French fresh in his mind, often speaking to himself in this way that most could not recognise. It was a connection, perhaps, to home. To his mother.

He sent a wary glance upward where he met the gaze of the man and simply gave him a look, but it was in no way a foul one - for he had nothing against his packmate, he simply cared very much for his sister's feelings. And he did not like to see her so spooked. "Sorry - if you don't mind, could you speak a little quieter around her? She is a tad frightened of you, is all." The ginger furred male sent a small smile, eyes trailing back to those of the petite form beside him.