Dragoncrest Cliffs Siren song

The stranger did not drive him away.

There were more words instead, and at least they were familiar given that others often asked these things.

Drusk, he intoned, finally looking at the man eye-to-eye, but only long enough to motion to himself with a tilt of his jaw, Drusk halekat voj.

He moved sharply then, not towards the man but towards one of the patches of stone and earth that held the mark of the woman he had bedded, and he motioned to it, snuffling at first like a pig for truffles.
When he came up from that he said, Hilehelat.

A proud wave of his tail followed the quick flat-line of it, and he chuffs, looking around — where is the woman?