The sound that Dip made when she took the rat from him, perhaps it was some kind of confirmation that she approved of his hunt? Or perhaps a communication of gratitude? "Thank...you..." he repeated, slowly, testing out the words. Perhaps that is what he should say when he was given things.

He crouched down to wait as Siren cooked her meal, catching the skin and quickly devouring it. His hunger was abated for now - a full rat, plus the skin, bones, and half the meat of another was enough, but he did not see the harm in having a little extra. He watched curiously as Dip prepared her food, wondering why she had to cook it like that? Why could she now just eat it, as he did?

Strange, but he shrugged it off. She was, after all, purple and that in itself was quite strange.

As she began speaking, he did his best to listen to the sounds she was making, connecting them to sounds he'd heard before. There was silence after she spoke in which he analyzed the sounds she was making and tried to understand her speech. "Fun," he repeated. "Bones?" Ah, now was when he needed to come up with his own sounds. Pick something out from what he knew to try and communicate his meaning.

After a few more seconds, he came up with his sound. "Hunt." There was, perhaps, more to it, but he really had been hunting pretty constantly since hatch.

Too many words this time. Too many new words. He understood "hunt" and "people" but that was pretty much it. She was taking a long time to eat, too. She was just weird, then, because she was purple and she cooked her food and she took time to eat. An unnatural predator, to be sure, but he had to remind himself that she was one of those "beyond" that of a predator. She thought more. Like him, maybe. But, still, he had not figured out if he, too, was more then a predator. He could make noises, too, but not as many as Dip or the four-limbs-two-wings.

So, instead of trying to understand what she was saying, he would have to infer. The first part was stating the hunt in past tense. Yes, the hunt was over now. Perhaps she was asking what else he did? That was something he couldn't really answer immediately. He hunted...and he waited and rested before he had to hunt again.

A thought came up and he raised one of his hands. A soft glow from his chest and the entire hand vanished into shadow. It was still visible in a way, but merely a silhouette, the faint glow from the eye within completely concealed. "Darkness," he huffed, as if this was an acceptable answer to her question.

So that was the sound for it. Magic. He looked down at his claws, or, at least, the shadow of them, and the eye within his palm opened. The glow was so faint in the shadow, he could barely see it at all. Curious...could he, then, do the opposite and make lights instead of darkness?

He lifted up one of his arms on the other side, one that was not in shadow and, for a moment, his chest glowed brighter again. He wanted to create darkness, it was what came more natural, but, instead, he forced his thoughts to turn to making light. Instead of taking away the light, he wanted to add to it. A moment later, a soft red glow began to encompass his hand. It looked quite poetic - in his right hand he held darkness and in his left he held light. "This...magic?" He looked up at Dip, his eyes focusing on her hands. "Dip magic...burn?" Perhaps there was more to her magic then just making things hot with her palms. Perhaps the way she killed rats was magic too.

The beast thought about it for a moment, thinking if there had been anything else, really, to his life in the last few days and he shrugged. He reached forward to grab the uneaten carcass of the rat. "Hunt. Magic." There really hadn't been much else to his life. But one sound in particular stood out and he leaned closer. "Make?"