Sleeping Dragon And I'll undress

If he'd been heard, the stranger hadn't made any indications in regards to it. He was allowed to carry on with the belief that his voice had slipped by undetected, which came as a great relief. With the concept of speaking still being so new to him, and so many words existing that he didn't possess a meaning for, Hvitserk wasn't the least bit comfortable speaking around others just yet—and perhaps he never would be, but that's something meant to be addressed at another time. In the meantime, he relied on others just knowing what he wanted, but would frequently make attempts at getting his point across via puppy charades. His methods of communication were no different in his current situation, either, though there wasn't any sort of movement able to be completed that might translate to Hvitserk.

So when Poor-shah—he repeated her name several times over in his head, wishing to remember it for the purpose of practice later on—asked if he had a name, the whelp was able to offer nothing more than a nod. He had a name, yes, but made no efforts to share it with her.