Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

"Tantank?" Skáld asked quietly, intrigued by the novelty of the word. Something about the way she spoke the word made it sound different; it felt even more natural for her to say than it did when she was speaking to him in English. In the same way he was more fluent and comfortable speaking in Icelandic, she'd slipped into a language that seemed to come from earlier memories. It had never occurred to him that English might be her second language, too. 

He would regard the grazing bison with awe, though the expression faded when he turned to see Tauris' face once more, only to recognize the look of hunger on her features. Eyes narrowed, lips lightly parted, as if she was scanning the herd for any sign of weakness. He fretted silently as he looked back toward the herd. Were all herbivores nothing more than food? He disliked hunting enough already, and he'd hoped the spectacle would be something they could appreciate together. 

Carefully, he lifted a paw to place it over hers, to command her attention. Silently, he shook his head. 

No.

He begged with his eyes.

Not these ones.