The Sentinels a winged victory for the sullen

it's rare that he finds a wolf so gracious about his muteness; he decides he likes ford, though there is a lingering prickle of discomfort at the back of his mind. it's easy to dismiss the feeling, distracted as he is watching the man's handsome features pull into a thoughtful frown. the question surprises him a little, and it shows on his face. he shakes his head, curious now and, as usual, silently cursing his inability to speak. that ford is better company for a mute than most is comforting, but nothing quite soothes the ache of his own silence.