Nova Peak spoken like a true debutante.

they traveled in pleasant silence for several minutes, anu keeping his distance, yami skulking ahead. he's not aware of the darkening pull of her expression until she turns her sights to him, and he pauses, surprised by the emotion there. she had frowned, and her eyes spoke of trouble anu had not picked up on before.

his long ears flick as he deciphers her question; in his tongue, it is not spoken that way, but he knows enough of the common vernacular to formulate a reply. gesticulating the way a foreigner might, anu answers. "
anu akhal, chela of jullundhar." he blinks owlishly, his dark nose twitching. "vraes .. is your leader?" he assumed, quite incorrectly, that they were still en-route to a warm meal with whoever her ruler was.