Bearclaw Valley Now you know, all you need is me

She spoke again and, even though it was but a mere repetition of her earlier comment, his tail wagged quicker. And whilst he started to suspect that maybe she couldn’t speak that well, or only knew a few words, he still believed she could understand him; honestly, whether either turned out to be true, that wouldn’t change that way he saw her. He prodded her cheek gently with his nose before his tongue darted out to plant a sloppy kiss right there on her face, praising her for speaking at all.

“How about this,” he began. “Can you say Xan?” How would his name sound on her tongue? He was eager to find out. Again, he said, “Xan,” and motioned towards himself; he did so out of habit, used to having to use his body to communicate with her.