Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

Woah, woah, woah - far too many words for him to understand at once. Moon - woman - Dutch? - oh good grief, was that a name?! Oh, boy- so many...

Okay, okay.

He could do this.

Didn't the man ask for his name? He knew that! He'd start there... maybe get the silver man to... repeat the rest of the information that had unknowingly fell on ears that weren't... accustomed to it?

Fahllin sun. he dipped his head. The red-furred one tilted his head the other direction now. Another question. Hunt? 

... could... he? He supposed he could do so well enough. ...good... 'nif? he exhaled sharply, as if scolding himself. Another shake of his head, a breathy half-ruff. -nuff.