Snowforest Taiga you dangle on the leash of your own longing

The words Currituck spoke were once again unfamiliar, and too liquid in nature for Ephraim to even hope to mimic them. Trigedasleng was easy at its core. The sounds were largely guttural and concise. Inuttut, on the other hand, was a sprawling language with more syllables than he could comfortably count. So instead of trying to repeat what Currituck had said, Ephraim merely nodded and said, yeah, probably!

This went on for a while longer, the two youths exchanging random words in their languages, before Thuringwethil's summons drew Ephraim back to the group and they parted company with a fond farewell.