Ankyra Sound watch me

kharybdis' ears cup forth as he listens to her testing his name, curious how it sounds when not uttered by someone who natively spoke draconian. the sounds are a bit different, he notes; but otherwise the direct syllables remain the same, khar-ub-dis. for a moment, the furie contemplates offer her one of the nicknames his sisters call him but refrains. they are still strangers, though perhaps acquaintence was more accurate in the herenow.

nicknames imply both a familiarity and a trust that has not yet been established, he reasons to himself.

...from? he parrots the word, taking some time to arrange and rearrange the structure of his actual response: i from..., from west. far, titan spire far... or any other variation of those things, understanding that there are smaller and simplier words missing; thus attributing to the small furrow of internal frusteration in his brow.

titan spire. he offers with the bluntedged simplicity that does not fairly portray the painstaking amount of considering he'd done prior. feeling confident that the pack name will be of no consequence nor ring any sort of familiarity with her he hopes it is enough to tell her what he really means: i am not from around here.