Cerulean Cape to haunt, to startle

Foxglove had abstained from talking ever since she had been on her own. With no one talk to, not even with her invisible sister with whom she had shared her body for a long time, she had settled for the world of silence. All the important meanings could be conveyed in a simpler manner, when there was a need for it.

However, now, when the wolf asked for her name, she was willing to seek for words in that dusty and cobwebbed cupboard. After all - he had given her food, she could give him a little something in return. Not that she cared for things being fair. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Which was a surprise, because she had known, how to introduce herself before and now it felt as if a vital part in that chain of impulses, reflexes and thoughts was missing. 

This was a different matter altogether - one was not want to speak, the other was - wanting, but not being able to for whatever annoying reason. Therefore she gave a helpless glance at Smokestep and then looked away, feeling puzzled.