Xander glaned around, remembered that Cordy was in this class too, and mentally edited what he was going to say. "I... kind of speak a little hyena, I guess," he said, shifting in his seat. "Which I forgot to mention when we were listing out languages because I don't, uh. Remember it that well. There was this possession thing. But I do remember that a lot of it was visual cues - and smell. Someone smelled scared, or moved their head a certain way, or looked you straight in the eyes or not, and it sent a different message. Like, 'don't mess with me; I can kick your ass' or 'please don't eat me!'"