[/html]Barthélémy laughed nervously in reply to the stranger's comment, unsure what he had said, but feeling a little more at ease nonetheless. The other male's wide grin reassured him that he had done something right, and this tidbit of information was enough to make him feel a little less uncomfortable. The stranger's smile did not seem threatening, but rather, encouraging, so he took it for a positive sign. Perhaps he was getting somewhere after all.
He flicked his ears forward, eyes trained on the spot Dohi motioned to. He glanced from the tree to the other wolf's mouth, trying to see how he formed the word as he said it. The sound was not completely foreign to him-- it sounded much like qui, but with a 'tr' in front instead of a 'q.' "Tree," he attempted, nodding pointedly at the tree. "Arbre," he noted, nodding again to the tree, this time saying it in his native tongue. "Ç'est-à-dire un arbre," he informed Dohi.
Again, Dohi motioned to something, and said the word. He brushed his hand against the ground, dragging his claws through the dirt. "Ground," he repeated, struggling to make the sounds. "Ground. Terre. Ç'est-à-dire le terre," he said with a quick nod. He glanced from Dohi, to his hand, to the ground, and back to the wolf, trying to decipher the movement of his hand. Oh, he realized with a start. He wants me to sit with him. Barthélémy grinned and trotted closer, then sat down rather abruptly, seating himself a metre away from the other male so he could still see him well enough to 'converse' with him.
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