Sawtooth Spire tangerine twist

The caretaker's next question really caused the boy the pause. His brows knitted over his eyes as they stared toward the chipmunk's holes. His family could understand him. His packmates could understand him. He had never held a conversation with a chipmunk or any other creature, but then how could he when they hid from him? His mouth shifted as he pondered, his ears twitching absently. He had no reason to think it could not understand him and yet no reason to think it could. It baffled him.

He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again with a soft exhale. He did not know. Before he was about to admit that, however, the chipmunk's head appeared. "Are you understanding me!?" he called out, but of course, it quickly ducked back into its den. Pingasut sighed, and looked back to Aariak. "Maybe he cans not use words. But..." he searched for his explanation. "He cans see. He should be knowing I am a playing wolf not a hunting wolf." He glanced back to the holes with a snort. "Maybe he just dumb."