Badar hadn't quite heard his words, but she'd seen the way his face moved when he had spoken them - or rather, the flick of his paws to shake off the sand. Of course, it didn't really bother her. Badar understood well enough that Glorall was a very particular place and that it took a very particular type of wolf to be able to live in the sand and salt. All she could do was make note of it - if he was friendly enough, maybe she'd show him some of the less sandy areas of Glorall! Or perhaps she'd even sneak him over to Diveen's borders where the dirt was red and the air much clearer. That was only if he was nice though. Otherwise, Badar knew all kinds of very sandy, windy places she could take him.

When he scowled and moved closer, she couldn't help but smile. He reminded her of Zion a little, and a little of Eira and maybe even a little of that girl Ruby who Badar had never really loved (and she had left Glorall anyway). Nonetheless, it was surprisingly comforting to have him so bold and...well, arrogant really. She was grateful she couldn't speak for when she laughed, it was all the joy of the emotion without the risk of upsetting somebody else. Instead, she could bow low and oh so respectfully while her insides shook with laughter.

She lifted up from her bow then with a curious look. She looked up, thoughtfully, as she tried to think of how to best indicate to a child so young that she would never be doing any singing, let alone singing any kind of praise. She looked to him once more and with her paw, she motioned to her muzzle before she shook her head. Then, she moved to bark once more - every part of her posture, mouth movement and even the force of air from her throat indicated that she ought to make a sound and yet, still nothing emerged. All that effort for a puff of air and a sheepish, guilty grin. Did that explain it? she wondered.

She hoped that was out of the way. With a sharp inhale, she rose proudly - though dared not to rise as proudly as him. He was, after all, a prince, right? She didn't care for titles but, well, she guessed her father did, and the boy did, and chances are the Monarch of Iromar did too. Sure, one might have been able to call Badar a princess but...she wasn't, really. Blood was just blood, and she didn't really want to be a princess.

She pivoted sharply, pointing her body down the path that lead to the shorelines. She motioned with her muzzle as if to say let's go! before she locked her eyes onto him, an effort to make sure he looked at her as well. It was only when he looked fully at her face that she could do her best to slowly mouth the word name? before her head jerked into a curious tilt. Well, if anything, she supposed this would be a good lesson for the child!