Bitterroot Valley dalnum

He nods at her pronunciation. Albeit not the same, it was close enough to where he could understand her. Food. Something that combines them both. Brings them together for whatever odd reason. Food means trust. Companionship, even.
Sega, himself, had to hold back his eagerness. To be happy is one thing, but to scare her off entirely would most definitely be the pinnacle of his demise.
Upon her tongue came a word that he had no idea the meaning of. She made no effort to teach him this one, an he'd never been a great student. His taavi had his patience run thin very quickly in his youth. Especially on the hunts.
But it was what made him such a great tʉmʉʔai. And he wouldn't take it for granted.
Tuka? He'd help her this time, being more than content to stare down the sights of her pretty face, counting the brunette freckles that spread from her splotches.