Stone Circle Its getting cold

Ike spoke a lot, but Skáld did not mind listening, even if he didn't understand what Ike was saying. He had a pleasant and honest tone to his voice. Skáld studied his face, the sparkling of his eyes and the way the fur was just a shade darker on his face than it was on the rest of him, as though there was a shadow hanging over him. He wasn't sure exactly what Ike was gesturing to, either- sometimes to Skáld who picked up on the word you and assumed it meant him. The rest of the gestures he followed with his gaze, looking up at the sky, but mostly, he watched Ike talk. 

"Sanja?" Skáld echoed happily, when his mother was mentioned. He then introduced himself in such a way that the boy understood. "Ike!" He said, reaching out to paw at Ike's chest with his paw. "And Ethan your mother?" He interpreted incorrectly. He'd mentioned Sanja, so Skáld simply assumed Ethan was to Ike what Sanja was to him, having not understood the word father. He understood when his name was being asked as well. "I'm Skáld!"