Bearclaw Valley Saturday I said "I'm Sorry"

A paw raised from the ground and settled on her chest. 

'Ameline' she uttered.

The word like any other. Though her gesture was directed toward her. Some deep affiliation to herself.

A name, others would call it. Special utterances meant to catch the attention of a specific individual.

Was his Hokkyokusei-sama...? No. That one was new... and belonged in the song of the Miko.

A long pause settled between the pair before Drust's gaze fell to the ground. Deep breaths filled and were thrust from his lungs, like bellows feeding a fire that sparked a rumbling in his throat... 

"D... DDERR... DRRRR..."

His mouth shut. The sound of his faulty instrument abashed him, leaving him discontented. Rippled lines gathered on his face as he scrunched his snout. 

His eyes jerked toward the females as he rose up in his stance. Taking his paw and lifting it to his opposite shoulder, he extended his claws and released a binding roar that bellowed out of him as he scratched his paw across his chest and through his fur. Proclaiming himself in his manual language.