Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

he would rather call than speak?

this surely interested the girl, considering the fact that this was perhaps one of only a few interactions she's held where she was not immediately thrown into the conversation in a tongue she was still learning. and perhaps unknown to makan, iseul greatly appreciated this. her conversations with Ulrich and Ady have proven to be relatively successful, though still strained in a way where she couldn't remember words and their meanings.

but the primal growls or calls, it was the native language that was born within every wolf. it was something she had always known and taken comfort in. though the staring was a bit... much at first until she heard him.

her tail wags behind her now, quite excitedly honestly. and she offers her own warble and takes a few steps forward, hoping to invite the other to come closer. her own nose reaches out to sniff him out, nostrils flaring for a moment and head still tilting in a curious manner.