Duskfire Glacier These quiet hours

Uki chuffed as his greyscale form emerged from the forest. She shifted awkwardly on her pale paws, unsure how to communicate with him. She wanted to learn his language but where to start? Her argent optics landed on the treeline at Steele's back, an idea lighting up her features. 

The tundrian padded to the trees, nudging Steele as she passed to catch his attention. 

"Orpik," she named it, pointing to one of the trunks with her muzzle. 

Padding back to him, she nosed the underside of his muzzle as if urging him to speak. A questioning glint shined in her eyes as she leaned back, hoping he would give her the English word for tree.