Frostfire Ridge she speaks a language

It takes a second for the male to speak up, following an extra push of his paw on his chest in warning. If he is not to speak soon, Gavriel might not give him the time of day again. Perhaps with the help of Toxochelys, he might be able to bring the wolf back to the dragon’s borders but he thinks against it. There’s no information the wolf can take back with him that would benefit the grotto mutts but every word that falls from his mouth can help them. Even if Gavriel doesn’t understand what they mean, he can use them, and he gives the smaller wolf a shove.

“Get out of here,” he growls, then snaps his teeth in his direction, “don’t come back.”