Fox's Glade something in the way

She warmed when he complimented her, knowing just enough of the common tongue to understand.
Fox Redawk, she echoed, trying to make sense of the sounds, and finding it difficult. Maybe she would call him something else in her head. Threer for his three legs, maybe?

E-pock? Epic? She felt foolish for sounding this out! Her tail lowered, the tip shuffling a bit as she considered, and finally she laughed. Is good heim? Far?

He smelled as if he came from somewhere very far. Somewhere mountainous, at the very least. It gave him an earthiness that she enjoyed, and scooched a little closer to carefully investigate the other scents he carried; there were many people there, in his home. Children too -- his children?

You have big family. Sanja mentions as she draws back again, though not by much. Maybe she's invading his space a little bit, maybe she doesn't care; she does feel a little dizzy, and should be more careful — but he was so friendly! She wanted to be near him.