Cerulean Cape No Reason Letting Her Live

Again, words that went over his head. There was something about the common tongue that displeased and even angered the man that lay stretched out so comfortably on the beach, though the anger that burned at the edges of the parchment was not directed at the scarred man but at the notion of such a difficult tongue. There was little he could do, save for learn the language and its nuances, though he was saved from his ignorance by the welcomed appearance of the little female.

Head turning to spy the copper tinged wolf, his tail swept the sand, pleased that she had such good timing. Ah, Engi, assist this one. What does drengr say?