Bearclaw Valley dead dolphin sounds

No words.
Barely a peep.
Earp stopped, letting the child ruffle his feathers and pull himself away.
Too young for Earp's...misguided thoughts.
This was not a yearling like the swamp girl, or poor little Charles.
No.

Earp took another few steps towards the boy, his smirk ever-growing.
Then he dropped to his belly, tail flicking behind him. This would be interesting.
"Duh yous speak, hm?"
Maybe it did. Maybe Earp would teach it. He could teach a child a lot.