Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

"silatuyok," he stumbled over the woman's name, clumsy like a fawn on new legs, and offered her a smile of apology. he would learn it, and he would speak it well. she gestured toward him then with a paw, head tilted, and spoke a word he did not understand. but her eyes were inquisitive, and they spoke to him instead.

"...ah. kaelith!" he placed a paw over his own chest, tail sweeping the ground behind him in a gesture of good will. she stumbled over his native tongue as he did hers, and thus he resigned himself more to body language than to speech, peppering in words paired with gestures when necessary.