Arrow Lake we are made of flesh

She spoke strange words. He could do that too, though. So he did.
"What language do you speak, berniuk?"
His head canted slightly. He was not the only one with things up his sleeves. Though it is highly unlikely anyone outside his Family will speak Tsis.
Her name half sounded like this foreign language, if it were her name. Praimfaya Eyjolfur something or other. He smiled softly, wondering what her lineage was to get such a title.

She asked what he was scouting. Wasn't it obvious, insolent child?
He sighed harshly through his nose.
"Packs. I wanted to see the lake but your claim is on it."
He was one for scenic views if it included his work. Which it did in this case.
He continued staring, thinking. Wondering what she was thinking.
Then, he stepped forward a bit. He almost wanted to see how devilish this one could get. "I'll escort myself."
It was almost a test, to see how they trained, how quickly and a personal test on how firey this child could be.