Delphine nodded and looked between Chyn-ka and who she presumed was his son as the two spoke in Stalin to one another. Hearing the description, Delphine frowned and boosted Lydia up to get a better hold on the child. "I don't understand. It's one creature, not a few different ones?" She questioned, wondering how it would be possible for something to make such tracks.<br/><br/>When Lydia shouted, Delphine turned her attention back down to her and the frown melted into a warm smile. When those tiny arms reached for her, she leaned right in so Lydia could touch her face while Del turned her head from side to side in order to give her an eskimo kiss. "Oh yes, Mama hasn't forgotten about you. Uncle Chyn-ka is allowed to talk, too you know." She snicked and gently stroked Lydia's curly haired head.