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Vaskani asked her own questions, and for the most part Khalid did not understand any better than she would of himself. However she spoke of others, of pack, and that word was simliar across many languages.

Famili? It was in this moment that Khalid huffed, trying to clear his sinuses of the cloying scents the forest granted. The pine-rich air had overwhelmed him and dulled his ability to notice more about the paths, such as the scent of others like Viskani.

Kam vi am? He was excited again, which brought about more of his quick questions; but this time Khalid caught himself and with a smirk and a bashful shrinking of his head down, looked a touch sheepish. Khalid knew by now that this woman didn't understand him. Khalid vana ahta famili. Viskani, famili. Tia?

Maybe that was too much at once. He tried to nod and say again, Tia?