Tyleet had been learning human language, or trying to, sure that understanding would help end the constant war between the races. Still, this round ear was speaking but her words sounded more lilting. Had this human come to learn to speak as an Elf? Her eyes widening in surprise at the concept, she took a small delicate jump off of her wolf's back, and moved soundlessly through the branches, drawing closer. She landed finally on a branch just up and to the side a bit from the human, stirring not a single leaf.

Her feet rested on the branch with the heels only touching it, toes open to nothing, her hands before her heels as she leaned forward, so that all that could be seen of her was her large eyes, framed not by her fiery fox like mane, but by the leaves around her. She gave a small whistle to get the other's attention. She still wasn't sure what to make of this roundear who could speak as they could, but she saw it as hope. A chance.

Strongbow would want to gut her for this, but Cutter's rules did say "in the trees as you please" and she most certainly was in the trees. So she very well would do as she pleased, thank you very much.