Bearclaw Valley Rubadubdub

It had worked, and he was able to gaze upon her charming expression once more. This time a lasting amount of time as she took particular interest in the object presented to her. 

A glow filled her as she spoke, and though Drust could not comprehend the words she spoke, they collided together into a song that sounded delightful.

When she gestured to herself the pace with which his tail swung increased a tick, a form of communication not so foreign. His glance followed hers to the northeastern direction. 

If she was conveying her destination or origin was lost on him. 

As he looked back to her she was in another bow. Again?

But this time she rose of her own accord and a level of maturity followed. The tone of her song implying a question... no a request. 

Whatever it may be Drust wanted to give it to her. 

Hesitantly, he bowed his own colossal cranium to her. The rest of his body tall and stoic. Lifting his crown back upright he looked to her and nodded in agreement. Longer for this to please her.