Barrow Fields i hunt my wild god

She reacts to him in trig -- one of these days he should bother himself to pick up more than sha. He blinks, shifting his weight from paw to paw with a touch of sheepishness, and clears his throat to try again. "Apologies," he rumbles, "I do not speak your native tongue. My name is Étoille -- I am steltrona of Drageda." Normally he does not add the title but he suspects she will be suspicious if he does not clarify.

She may be suspicious anyway. Ah, well. He takes a tentative step forward, gesturing vaguely to the land. "You are looking for Kiwi," he confirms in his not-a-question but-a-question sort of way, his expression somber. "I can accompany you, if you'd like."