Meadowlark Prairie toccato and fugue in d minor

The puppy stared at her without answering for a long moment and Raven began to chew her lower lip. Her eyes scanned the forest beyond him, keeping an eye out for any sign of his parents or pack mates. She saw no movement and returned her gaze to him just in time to catch his small nod.

"You understand me?" she questioned softly, taking a single step toward him. She just wanted to be sure. "Can you talk?" Raven wondered if that was a patronizing question to ask, though he hadn't said a word yet and he was young enough to warrant asking.