Fairspell Meadow the world has turned and left me here

Not a very talkative man. What use were words when you had a body? What use was a warning when a flash of teeth could do the trick? Or a well-timed bow, or the arch of the tail? He did not need words in his simple, brutal world. But he understood them. And when she asked, he took a moment to look at her and consider things, then nodded, looking frightfully grim (as if he were admitting a great and terrible secret!). His tail whisked behind him, then settled upon his hocks. He was proud of himself for knowing the different language - the spoken language - even though her words were heavily accented. The thought of trying to speak, even a small sound, did not cross his mind. It seemed to alien to him.