Herbalists' Cache You oughta know by now

He tried again to mimic the noise, moving his tongue more. Maybe that was the missing part of his lack of articulation. Naahrnne. Fallen did not understand her sounds, but he did try to make them himself, the gears in his mind turning visibly with his concentration, doing his best to say more words than the one he had tried previously. Nnnik. Rrin. 

Fallen's eyes looked downward, a whine of disappointment and an urge to help her understand that he wanted to. 

This business was far more complex than he had anticipated, the intricate movement of air through his mouth and past his teeth and tongue. 

Irritation grew in a raised pelt. 

His head tilted again, eyes curious. What are you doing here? 

Do you like sniffing plants?