Stone Circle Do it for your pride - do it for them

Oh, how he wished he could just tell this kind man his name. Just one word - nothing more. Silently, he prayed, but nothing he did could make him speak for himself. He let out a soft sigh - his breath creating a cloud of mist around his dusty dove muzzle. He let his eyes fall to the ground, having no hope that the other would ever just guess his name correctly. Perhaps he was better off forgetting everything about his time at home - in the war, with his family that had not even tried to save him. Would these wolves save me? Would I?

At the other's question, he nodded peacefully. He was perfectly fine - just cold and sad, but overall okay. If the other would let him, he would put his nose against his shoulder - silently asking for him to look before opening his mouth far enough to reveal the stump of a tongue he had left. Pretty gruesome, right? Not fun at all...