Otter Creek New and Untested Lands

Before he could retract his statement and correct his speech pattern, Siarut was surprised to hear his tongue returned in equal parts. Well one word. Not quite equal parts, but close enough. It had been a weeks since anyone other than one of siblings had spoken to him in the northern tongue. 

His annoyance set aside for the moment, he took a step toward the woman. His pale ears pulled forward to catch any sound he could, his curiousity spiked. Siarut would dip his head to greet her somewhat properly, rather than his earlier rude remark. "You speak Inuttuk?" Shivali had yet to mention her newest leader and his similar background, the pale man had yet to hear that others of the background had made their way south. This woman was smaller than any northerner he had met, and her greyness wouldn't suit the snow. No matter he background he wanted to learn more. He remained rooted to his position, giving a respectful space between them.