Nova Peak burn butcher burn

this was not the first time he'd encountered a language barrier! and the tongue this man spoke, it sounded quite familiar—though not familiar enough for lorcan to recognize any of what he said. lorcan's eyes scatter his face in mild confusion as he seeks to interpret his body language instead.

an invitation to stay, excellent. lorcan offers a courteous dip of his head, though his eyes visibly shift over the man, once more observing him. if things were to turn sour at any point in this residence, he would need to know this man's weaknesses.

let them hope it did not come to that, because lorcan had all the intentions of being a contributing member of this soon-to-flourish society.

he turns to pick his way towards the area offered to him, to investigate before going to fetch elowen, but his movement was stilled by once more speech. lorcan turns a head over his shoulder, ears twitching finally in recognition. this word was easier to translate, and the man laughs softly, nodding his head. yes. a swift response. he turns and points to the far distance, the valley settled beneath the peak, and says: there. then, he presses a paw to his own stomach, before carving it in a circular arc. with child.