He watched in amazment as Ningai burst, she talked of starting their own tribe. We'll make the pay for ever casting out out. One day we'll rule a tribe of our very own just wait and see those filthy old Monsutā's. Grack laughed in agreement, his mood lifted considerably more when she tore half of her kill off and launched it at him, growling 'eat'. Seeing how close the meat was to Slate he grabbed it and pulled it to his other side, taking a mouthful and turning politly to the Kylo as he ate. The beast asked of his language, he was mildly concerned, he wanted to tell Slate all he knew, but it would be dangerous, "I would tell you but..." he tapped the side of his muzzle with a claw. Grack glanced towards Ningai and said worridly to her "(If we ever came across more tigers and they spoke in his presence then his reaction to what they say in our language could lable us as traitors if we teach him.)" He then tore apart his meal in the most polite way he could and ate it in as gentlemanly manner as possible.
He had to pause his bright-eyed grin for a moment to look at Ningai with her angry stance. He wasn't sure how to take her words. They were good, because that meant she wasn't fighting with Grack anymore, but...he wasn't sure he liked this new enemy. Well - let's rephrase that - he didn't like the tribes if they'd cast these two out so offhandedly, but he wasn't sure about whether to be okay with her fighting them. Fighting wouldn't ever end well... He was jerked out of his troubled thoughts, which had likely reflected onto his face as he stared, by the flinging of the cut of meat. "Aaah!" he exclaimed, jumping to his feet and hopping away from the kill. He shuddered, then sat down (a little further away than before) with a clearing of his throat and a mumbled sorry. No matter how much he wanted to be friends with them, he'd never really understand predators. Eugh. Besides that, he did look at Ningai again as she remarked about his language. "I could try and teach you! What words do you want to know?" That'd be fun, and a way of bonding! He didn't grin (still freaked out by the meat), but did give off a curious and excitable energy.
He gave a very grateful glance to Grack as he dragged the meat a little less uncomfortably close to him. His face fell, though, when the tiger said he couldn't learn the tribe language. He didn't exactly say that, but that was certainly what he implied. He said something in said language to Ningai, and Slate noticed a worried edge to his voice. ...What was that supposed to mean? Slate cocked his head to one side and furrowed his brow as he looked at Grack attentively again. Or... let's not see that, he just looked at the sky. He really did want to know what they were saying! How could he be friends with them if they could so easily hide from him?
Ningai swallowed a mouthful as Grack turned to talk to her and telling her that they could be labeled as traitors. She snorted, "Well I don't really care about being labeled as traitors for in my mind they are the traitors and I see nothing wrong with teaching one Kylo Beast how to speak our language. As long as he promises not to teach anyone else we could say we made a trade. We teach him our language and he teaches us his." She didn't bother to speak in their own language she just spoke flat out so Slate could understand what they where saying. She thought it was rude to trick privately in front of a friend.
Ningai turned to Slate and ran her tongue around her mouth to clean up any blood or meat that might be clinging to her muzzle. "Well for starters how about you tell us how to great one of your kind?"