Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

With the prefacing neatly complete, he took up a new spot of his closer to the commander when the call for the pack rose to the winds. He has to wonder how this will be received, and for a split second, how this will shape their future -- and him with it. On this new first glance, it certainly satisfies him as it is just what he has come to devote himself towards already.. and what he is skilled at, no less. Now, he is interested to see how this new title will fit onto him in the days to come.

Soon enough, he's watching the pack filter in one after another and matters proceed naturally not long after. He peers quietly at Portia when she arrives, and eventually settles much of his attentions upon the gathered puppies as Thuringwethil begins to speak of their newest hunter apprentice, Freyja. It's something to be proud of, and he knows the little Dragons are doing very well. "Spechou," he repeats as well with a firm nod. The language does not yet roll smooth from his tongue but he knows he's not alone here in this. He still favors it much more to his ear than speaking it himself. Soon, though, and with better practice he hopes that this will no longer be his case.