He wondered what his sister might think of his rather poor description of Niyol. All the same, he liked the younger boy and wanted to continue that friendship in some fashion if they ever found each other again. Junketsu gave a small tilt of his head at her brief frustration, if it could even be called that. How he wondered how her mind worked sometimes. Still, he would always care for his sister dearly, no matter what paths in life their paws ended up wandering. Either together or separate.

"Taviora. He speaks the language of the old ones who ruled there," he said with a smile. Junketsu either never heard or didn't remember what the language was called. He just knew it had to come from there when he considered where Niyol had come from. That was something else that fascinated him, just as it seemed to fascinate Maiko. Another language to add to their repertoire would be a fun task. There was a strange power and magic in words, even when spoken in different tongues. Perhaps even they could learn the other languages of other families in Moladion in the process.

Junketsu left it there though. Just as he had stopped, so had his sister. His eyes narrowed slightly as he examined her features. So this is what troubled his sweet sister. "You can refuse secrets too," he said softly. "Some secrets, the ones not worth keeping or trading, the ones that make you feel rotten. You either cast them away, or you make it right," Junketsu told her. It was the best he could do off the cuff, but it was also how he felt. Those things that weighed a wolf down that ate away at them from the inside, those were what needed to be gotten rid of or something done about.

"What secrets trouble you, Maiko? It is just you and I here. No prying eyes or ears," he said as he padded closer to his litter mate to give her a gentle nudge. "If you wish to keep them to yourself, that's alright too. Just remember, your secrets are always safe with me." The dance was not ruined, merely paused for the time being. Perhaps even for the day. He waited for her response. From there, they could continue or make their way back home. It was up to her at this point, but Junketsu would not push his sister one way or another.