Frostfire Ridge she speaks a language

So sorry for holding this up!

The red grotto wolf didn’t struggle, implicitly making a better case for himself than his irresponsible leader by doing nothing at all. Toxochelys didn’t expect the answer he gave, and his eyes widened in surprise because of it. He said nothing, however. His question had led to more questions, but the new information was valuable and he felt no desire to step on Gavriel’s toes any more than he already had by intercepting the interrogation. His lips formed a small, self-satisfied smile, and he simply watched on with downplayed but prickling excitement.
 
Gavriel was already asking all the right questions while Toxochelys held his tongue. Now they had something to talk about. The Gona placed a great paw on the narrow chest of the little wolf beneath him with an obvious demand for prompt responses.