[bic] turn and face these empty eyes
He nodded encouragingly at the words, even though they didn't exactly sound right — he had a bit of an accent himself — because at least the words were right. He knew he wouldn't make such good work of the other's native language, and when the words were given to him, he tried to hold on to the spidery sounds. He ultimately failed and struggled through the first: Ar-arrbe? Arb...Rrrrre? Something like that. Arbrrre? Dohi was surprised at how difficult it was, and when the new barrage of words came his way, he braced himself to thoroughly butcher the language. Sess tah deer un arbrre? Yeah, he sucked at this game. But none the less, he was smiling at his own failure; never was he one for heavy-heartedness.
The next word, he decided, was a lot easier, and he repeated it almost perfectly, without Barthélémy's intricate accent, though he did say, terre, more slowly than he would have liked to. He didn't even attempt the sentence again, having thoroughly killed it last time. I'm not very good at this game, he admitted, though he knew the wolf wouldn't understand him.
So, instead, he placed one finger square upon the end of his snout and instructed, nose.