Bearclaw Valley dead dolphin sounds

Earp slunk through the territory on his usual rounds.
Guarding stuff, poking his nose where it probably wouldn't get bitten off.
Thriving in his memories; he desperately needed new ones.

Though, a child of Ursus may be a poor choice of prey.
So when Earp found himself looking at a chew toy chewing a chew toy, he had to remind himself that he would not harm it. At least, not physically.
He put on a pleasant smile and sauntered over to the youth with a soft chuff, hoping for some sort of conversation. If it had the ability to do so, unlike the Bruin-tooth, it seemed.