Noctisardor Bypass the longships

mahler grinned as his heavy accent was repeated back to his own features. "vell, sometimes a graf must have a time to himself. vhen that happens, he feels more free. a vatchman at night can hear the darkness speak to him."
a pause for effect.
a sound, spinning toward them. mahler lifted his muzzle toward the air, listening. would druid know what had made the noise? 
"see?" he told her quietly. he began to walk slowly on, waiting for the child to accompany him.