Shadewood Honey when I write, get a tight flow spark

He studied her movement, wondering what the roll of her shoulders was for. He knew wolves had many actions of body language, used to talk without words. But it didn’t convey all that one may want to say, therefore the ursine tongue was more widely used than acting alone. 

His brows furrowed and the smile vanished altogether. He had the opportunity to talk to Cry, and the other wolves, properly; he wasn’t stupid enough to let this go. No, he made it his note to seek this girl when he awoke, and to learn what he needed to from her. ”Stay,” he commanded, hoping that his meaning would be acknowledged; he wanted her to stay the winter, for him.