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His content showed through the gentle wag of his tail. She did have a voice, and one as unique as the rest. Much of what she said swarmed right over his head, yet he found some words familiar. Of course, every word sounded a little different from wolf to wolf. The deep rumblings of his father were starkly different than the high and lovely chords of his mother, for the best example - but the basic structure of words was always there, and he clutched onto this familiarity in the ones Brynn spoke.

The intent of her nuzzle went unnoticed. Though Merrit would tussle with his siblings, he more often found himself engaged in finer, quieter matters. Watching the shadows, listening to the night. His curious eyes settled on Brynn again. If he could remember her syllables, could he copy her song? "Nnn-n-ight." That was one he had heard before, one his mother only used when the sky grew dark, and he tipped his head and waited for a sign from Brynn that he'd spoken right.