The noxious sunlight, the sour wind, the grime and light--the waking world was scabbed with myriad inconveniences, all things to plague a Baku's dream-born senses. There was no escape.
But there was adaptation. Natural evolution was not something her kind was built for either, but Sato was rather...persistent on the subject. She'd lived. She'd learned. And now...
Slowly, oh so slowly, Sato inhaled. Fee, fi, fo, fum...
There was an animal waiting in the clearing. A dog, no doubt the one she'd previously heard. It was not a species Sato disliked or was inexperienced with; Great Danes were still raised on one of her estates. This bruiser was obviously someone's; no matter how relaxed the beastie looked, its pose had the markings taming.
Cautiously, keeping all limbs visible and low, Sato approached the canine. Animals were unreliably cautious around her. The case of Balaam's ass, Perry used to smile, laughing at how the London strays scampered out of her way.
"Hello, puppy." She tilted her head, studying the pet. "Come." Nothing. "Veni aca." No. "Hier." Nada. "Kom.." Uh-uh. "Комне." Unlikely. "Ici." Zip. "Ke mne?" As if. "Gyere 'de?" Of course not. "Do mnie. Bo." No and no. "Tnne." Non. "Έλα."
The dog looked at Sato. Sato looked at the dog. She smiled.
"Your sentinel isn't much of a conversationalist, I think." Her voice was pleasant, accent-free, and pitched just loud enough to carry. "He'd make even a less effective bodyguard--if that was your intention. Come out, please."
OOC: The commands are in the following languages: Spanish, German, Swedish, Russian, French, Czech, Hungarian, Polish, Hebrew, Finnish, and, finally, Greek (modern).