The reptile looked between them as the red wolf explained the situation. She was reportedly alright, so Ghanyarah eased into the mud and flicked his tongue, searching the air for their warmth. A thousand other familiar smells came with it. The cub seemed to look at him with both awe and fear, which... he could have taken advantage of, in a different life, if he'd wanted to try and make a meal out of the cub. But not today. His intentions were something entirely new. "A lizard." Ghanyarah pronounced each syllable crisply, flicking his tongue again. "I am Ghanyarah." The lizard added, and turned his gaze to the red wolf. He hadn't gotten her name before, but he remembered her arranging rocks at the Polaris party. "You were at the gathering with Tukluk, the monkey." He pointed out.

The young one tested out the word he had presented her, lizard, dubbing it weird. Yes, Ghanyarah had to admit that he'd seen far less lizards here in the cave than other species, mammals mostly. Wolves and felines and bears. There were birds, too. But very few lizards. Ghanyarah shifted his gaze to the red wolf, pleased that she actually recognized him, though he was met with another wave of cool embarrassment remembering his failure to produce a decent water fountain when he as demonstrating his magic. Maybe she didn't remember. She certainly remembered his ice sculptures, and apologized for not introducing herself.

"It is no problem, Cuan. Ice is what you could call my forte." Ghanyarah answered with a thin smile. He focused on the young one again. "Have you identified your type of magic yet?" He asked, curious. Actually, could he recall seeing Cuan use her magic?

Ghanyarah shifted his attention back to Cuanakrys, who eagerly attempted to show off her magical skills. Only it backfired horribly, resonating around them in a deafening, static din. The lizard lowered his head slightly; the sound itself wasn't so bad, it was the vibration of the ground lent by the thundering noise that threw him off guard, sending the rest of his senses into disarray. It seemed that this was enough to convince the tiger cub that it was time to leave. He looked to her, seconds from saying goodbye to the child, before a fourth Gembound had appeared. This one a wolf with a fairly obvious wound.

The wolf had some interesting words for Cuan, insisting that she had to practice more, and the cub recognized the wolf pup, imploring as to where he had gotten his injury. Ghanyarah shuffled closer to Cuanakrys. "There is no shame in failure. I fail all the time." He spoke, completely straight-faced. It was slightly embarrassing to admit. In fact, it punctured his ego to have said it out loud, and remembered his various losses in trying to hunt other Gembounds before he had realized their value. "I would be happy to train with you, Cuan." He added.