Nova Peak the bloodied hatchet

Instead of responding, the bear-wolf tilted her head. Prophet understood the gesture, of course, but he wasn't one for talking to himself and while he could speak with his body, he preferred the spoken approach. Less effort that way, you see. Instead of answering her unspoken question, he stared back expectantly with the same level of rudeness he perceived in Sangilak, only to ask, "you mute or just slow?" He supposed it was possible she was slow. Bears weren't known among wolfkind for their brains, so maybe if she really was a hybrid, she had inherited her brains from the dumber of the two species.

Even whilst he was verbally teasing her, he shifted his paws and readied himself to beat a hasty retreat in case her temper proved as volatile as a bear's as well.