Hushed Willows the answer's somewhere deep in it, i'm sorry that you're feeling it

He watched this small meltdown with a bemused expression, ears flattening in turn. Och, I guess not, he responded to his own question, shrugging. He'd never really heard of a wolf who didn't speak. Quiet wolves, yes, but not completely mute. Pyg supposed the ever-chatty Pangloss clan had sort of ruined his idea of average behavior. This well well out of the realm of normal.

Sorry, Pygmalion said, his voice straddling the line between contrition and pique. He didn't exactly know what to say. Can ye point yer nose in the direction ye're goin', at least? Perhaps we're headed back the same way. If that didn't work, then he was toast, and he was growing tired of this circuitous, one-sided dialogue.