Wheeling Gull Isle arirang

Ah, she scared him. That filled Haoming with a sense of pride, brief though it might have been. This wolf seemed okay, she figured. The sound he'd made was nice, and he wasn't not supposed to be here - he smelled like one of their wolves. So... maybe this was okay. 

Dark ears perked forward at the sound of common tongue, and she bobbed her head up and down. She didn't understand it as well as her mother's tongue, but she could get what he was trying to say anyway. "H... hye... yes," she responded, tilting her head to the side. "I unnerstan'." 

Boldly taking a few steps forward, Haoming looked up at the dark wolf, intrigued. "M-muh... make noise?" she asked, trying to ask what he'd been doing. "You... you, uh, wh-what... sounds?" Blue eyes fixed on brown, and her tail swayed a bit. Words were hard, especially in a different language to her first, but she was trying.