Iktome Plains the road of trials

quiet, yes… anti was far more than quiet. he had not uttered a word in more than two years. he could hardly recall what it meant to speak. it made instances like that one very challenging for him to wade through. if anu had been there, he could have spoken for the both of them. anu had a talent with his words that anti could not deny. it was not the volgra’s place to speak; he was there to protect. his destiny was as clear as it could possibly be – a stag born to guard.
 
when the stranger asked about his name, anti tilted his head to the side and opened his mouth slightly. there was no sound. his brows furrowed and his thin features took on an expression of curious sadness. yes, he had a name, but he could not offer it on his own. he did not believe that it mattered all that much if this man knew his true name, so he nodded his head toward the stranger. it was a motion of invitation. you may grant me a name, if you wish. you may also share your own.