Stone Circle Now, am I wrong?

While it was true that living without speaking was a curse that was planted on his young shoulders, he had come to accept it. While still victim to self-pity every now and then, it really wasn't as bad as some would imagine. He couldn't imagine what it was like to lose a whole limb or one's sanity - how terrible would that be! Well, he feared that he was already kind of losing his sanity by talking to himself in his head, but that was besides the point.

The nice female seemed to want to ask a question, and Calloon's ears wiggled atop his head before she gave up searching for the right words. Calloon couldn't control a light and soft giggle, but he was soon distracted by the other's actions. Does she want to play? Walk?

Calloon smiled, finally getting what she was all about and picked up his dead raven - running up beside his new friend not long after. All the while, he was rumbling with laughter as he tried to find the way to the caches. He gave her a bump of his shoulder, hoping he had not taken away her peppiness by showing what kind of curse had been put on him.