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Her wary eyes were easy to read and Nahele could see that she was worried about making the wrong impression. She was no tribe female, but she wasnt as loosely moralled as the rest of the females in this place. As she moved forward, dull gold eyes watched as her body moved fluidly and gracefully, a trait he hadnt seen in a long time. She sat beside him and he shuffled just a movement closer although he didnt actually move. Despite this female being completely untraditional, he felt himself drawn to her in a way that completely confused him. Hania dug his claws into his head and Nahele faltered just slightly, a flinch perhaps revealing the existance of the cat on his head. Hania hadn't revealed himself to anyone in AniWaya yet and as such the members were unaware of what his spirit guide was. Maska knew, as didn Shadi and Wematin, but they'd travelled with each other for a long time and the spirit had had a lot of time to get used to them. Shadi's spirit was still a little gruff, but it seemed Hania spent a lot of his time ignoring the wolverine.
His ears twitched forward as his own name was repeated back to him. It sounded different, strange to him, but it was his name alright. Gold eyes looked towards the female as she spoke again, a strange word that he took to be her name. "Renaria" The vowels sounded strange to his tongue, but he was satisfied that he'd said the word properly. He looked over at her, dull eyes narrowed softly before he chirped "Ren.." A much easier set of letters for him to pronounce. He nodded gently in return before her voice came again. It took him a moment to work out what she was saying before his shoulders shruged softly. He had no word for July so he didnt bother. "We have been in this tribe since Guyequoni... a moon ago." He said, trying to work out dates in his mind. They had been in AniWaya for just under a month and so much had changed.
He looked up as she apologised, understanding that she meant to say sorry for not speaking his own language. He shook his head softly before allowing Hania to resettle once more. "It is... good for me to learn your language, by speaking it back to you." He said, knowing it was an awkward phrasing of what he meant but that the meaning would be clear to her. He played with a piece of grass before looking over again. "Where have you come from? Where is your Sidanelvhi... your family?" He asked, the word family getting stuck on his tongue. He sounded it out evenly but it was still a distorted sound of the original word. He was getting there though, which was an improvement.
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