Shadowwyn Moor teach us things about our own tongue

merrick's ears folded. he was unsure of how to answer her question, nor her follow-up. cute was not something that had ever been attributed to him; in fact, the wolves with which he kept company did not comment upon his appearance. and so it was a foreign word, as was her inquiry.
somehow it made him feel awkward. the boy did not like that, but refused to show any hint of weakness to a stranger. "you are. and thank you," he added stiffly. was she leading him into a conversation he did not want to have? merrick swept his auds toward aerasha with minute suspicion, though he could not deny that being called 'cute' was intriguing.