Layre lifts his gaze to the forest. A prickle of unease. He was a soldier. As such he knew they were being watched, but he was unable to pinpoint in terrain he didn't know yet. A snaked a tongue along fang thinking.

The little face can't speak his language he'd wager. Well that was okay. He had been around those of differenong tongues before.

He blinks. Kaede-san the foreign lilt of it felt odd on his tongue. Not unpleasant just different. He pressed a large paw to his own.

Layre

She wasn't an ugly little thing, but he wasn't entirely in the market. But he could at least get her something to eat. He motioned to his mouth and then pointed nose up to a bird.

Food?