Lost Creek Hollow Don't be afraid of the dark? What are you kidding me?

Rannoch's questions didn't seem to have their intended effect on Nunataq. Although interested, she wasn't engaged; Nunae didn't fully understand what she had been asked. He couldn't help but wonder briefly if he should stop talking to her altogether, and instead, speak with his body. After all, it was how she was going about their exchange. 

Giving his isea a shot, Rannoch lowered his head, while keeping his eyes on the juvinile, and sniffed at the ground. After a whiff or two, Rannoch beckoned for her to come over with a lift of his snout.

"Come here!" his expression read.