Deepwood Weald Manaʻo ʻole

Her voice was odd. He was uncomfortable. He couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

ʻAʻole mai ʻoe. He spoke with a flick of his tail, clarifying after a moment. Not from you, not unless you know a Reverie.

His statement was blunt, but it was the truth. He had to keep moving.