Nimbus Summit head in the clouds

They'd climbed a few meters up the structure before they heard it. It was rare that Lio felt... unsettled. Most things could be explained, reasoned through. But the way these words were spoken - with a specific rhythm and syllables drawn out - was not something they had experienced before. 

Vaguely, they wished Knox were there. Maybe he could explain the speech patterns.

Rosy eyes traveled down a bit, to where the large form of a wolf stood. White as snow, ash-gray, snow-pale. Were they talking about Lio? Brows knitted together as they were addressed directly, and they tilted their head to the side.

"Yes, I am," they responded honestly, planting their paws so they could turn to face the other directly. "Are you the one who was making those noises? The... words. They were spoken differently." It was asked at the risk of seeming stupid, but they asked it nonetheless. Lio had never shied away from gaining knowledge, no matter how embarrassing it might make them feel to not understand things that may seem basic to others.