Wheeling Gull Isle tilakurak

Scopah... what? He stared blankly at her, stupefied, too young to understand but also not a wordsmith; he wondered if it was related to Heda's pizzam (psalm) or any of the phrases he heard Bartholomew sometimes pray aloud.

The grave manner of the woman's speech was detrimental to the conversation. It was clear she didn't appreciate his attention and wasn't going to reciprocate in the way Mo was used to.

Are you hungry? I'm a hunter! I can hunt for you. His tail waves eagerly again, and he sits up, hoping to bring the woman some kind of happiness - and isn't sure what he'll do if she refuses this last offering.