Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

For a man who felt nothing but lucky these last few hours, he had no clue how to interrupt such words. So he kindly skips them and lands comfortably on what sounded to be a compliment. Indeed they had found him first. Both alphas had swooped upon him like hungry vultures. However...he could understand such if the next words were as honest as they sounded.

He held his tongue for all of it. Listened closely to the rundown he was given on the land and the way they operated. He almost felt a bit of whiplash for the topic to range back into the playful territory. His brain had been so submerged into learning.

Oh hush. He offered in a soft mumble with a bit of a firm bump to Kynareth. Your voice is fine and it is my job to listen to it. A listener and follower had been what he was after all. Questions, though? You leave me few to ask. Maybe...could I call upon you should I feel ill equipped for a situation?

Him specifically.