Northstar Vale Complaining is Verbal Littering

Ah-ha! He had done that right. Her confirmation in the form of a quick kiss was proof enough of that. "Zhavvi," he said again, teasing this time as celebrated his own private accomplishment in figuring out what he was supposed to call this tawny wolf. He beamed, grinning from ear to ear as she seated herself and took her turn and repeating his own name. After a moment she replied. Save for the subtle accent that made his name sound just a little bit better on his own ears, it was perfect. He gave a tail wag and returned a lick to her muzzle. Bravo.

Introductions in place, he was uncertain as to where to go from here. The trickling of the stream caught his attention as she batted her eyelashes at him. Oblivious, he stepped into the water and pointed at it. "Water," he said, introducing the word. "Wa-ter." He dragged a paw through it and kicked water up in her direction. "Splash." He did it again, prancing through the stream as he nudged her shoulder with his head then splashed her again. "Splash." His tail wove.