Permafrost Hollows it's making me mad

He pauses at the sound of his mate's approach, going still and nuzzling into the touch to his head. The greeting lights up his gaze in a way no other individual can manage. Even if it isn't the best, it means the world to him that his mate is trying. He repeats it back, emphasizing the places where Kratos's pronunciation had fallen flat, and turns his head to give him a kiss. « Let's patrol together, » He suggests, pausing to allow Kratos a moment to clarify any words he'd picked out before he repeats it in the common tongue; a little game he's started sporadically in their moments alone, to help speed the process.