Phoenix Maplewood That’s all Folkes

She certainly did have the distrustful, skittish look of a loner. He had no interest in her squirrel, and so he kept his distance from her. His movements were slow and casual, trying to make that apparent to her. She had not said anywords yet, though the situation did not warrant any. He sat a few lengths away from her, chuffing once more, inviting her to say something, if she could. It had been a while since he found another mute such as he.