Arrow Lake making her own glory

it isn't long before someone appears, the pale slyph of a woman the young commander would come to know as aure in turn — for now she thinks that she looks like her friend ( isi ); praimfaya, fearless and proud lifts her chin and prances towards aure, ears cupping forth at the trig spoken. her vocabulary is still pretty limited but her grasp of understanding the words spoken to her was beginning to grow better. os so-so...no-p? she repeats it slowly, sounding out the syllables on her tongue, gaze lifting to aure for praise or correction.

sha! praimfaya chirps, tail wagging behind her, unaware that she was unintentionally answering aure's question even though it more or less went over her head aside from 'out'. yes, blodreina pipes up with a soft chuckle, rising to her paws from where she'd been lounging watchfully in nearby shade. ❝i'm glad,❞ wanlida offered aure. ❝i've never been a fan of dens.❞