Ranuk settled himself down in the grass, laying on his stomach like a dog would so Tamlin would not have to strain his neck to look at him. His many tails flared out lazily, swishing in the air as he considered his answer to Tamlin's question.<br/><br/>In this position he couldnt sign easily so Tamlin would have to suffer the rough ugliness of him speaking elvish.<br/><br/>"Good voice," he huffed, and meant it. Tamlin had a fine, lovely voice, and he would like to hear more of it, but perhaps not that song, "you must know it was me... the demon."<br/><br/>Tamlin must have known. There are no other white demons, not since the death of Unak. Ranuk was the only one that inherited his snowy pelt. In all the great horde, he was the very last male to have true blood.<br/><br/>"Why... do you like it?" He asked, carefully.