"Vot zdesʹ!" he said cheekily before squatting down into a more comfortable position. "Razve nuzhno chto-to, Sasha?" Dimi toned down his stupidity some and gave one of his curious headtilts, tail sweeping across the ground friendlily.
He found he was having quite a good time here, unlike Sasha. He could understand his discomfort though; he was always the one who took to the more simplistic way of living back home with their tribe. Dimi had always wanted more; he'd be bored easily with just surviving. He wanted to live, to learn-- not that there wasn't a lot to learn back with their family... it just wasn't what he wanted to learn. And now Sasha was stuck in the opposite situation. He just hoped his dear brother adapted; he wasn't going to force him to wear clothes or conform like he was trying to do himself.
Dimi edged closer to Sasha before giving him a brotherly nudge. "Kak vy dushe on zdesʹ?" He hoped the answer wasn't "it sucks". But then it had been Sasha's want to leave England to come here.... but he wasn't going to rub that in, he wasn't that mean.
Vot zdes'! = Right here!
Razve nuzhno chto-to, Sasha? = Did you need something, Sasha?
Kak vy dushe on zdesʹ? = How are you liking it here?