Speaking

Silika began to speak. It wasn't present or unpleasant. It sounded like a combo of a lot of animals. Something like a guttural hum and a purr. As if speaking wasn't something the did that often. Truth be told they simply knew what needed doing. Though her kind lived as a group and usually died as a group they didn't speak in the same way as other social creatures. Like Elves, humans or even orcs. She didn't speak for long giving up on it knowing he wouldn't even understand it. Though she wanted to explain to him what she needed but knowing that it would likely not matter to him she couldn't tell him about her kind and the fact she could fight, if needed.