Bearclaw Valley dead dolphin sounds

He was slow.
Words weren't something he seemed to be accustomed to. Shame.
For a few, damned moments, Earp thought he wouldn't speak. Were mutes easier to control?
Well, Merrick had one, but was she controlled? No. Not at all.

Sithis.
The word seemed to slither over his ears.
What an ugly name. Whoever names the child that shouldn't be having children.
"Horrid," he muttered in a dismissive tone. The kid wouldn't know what he said unless it was Earp's unlucky day and it was the one word he did know.

He inspected the youth. His eyes conjuring images that were too unsavoury to be commented upon.
He licked his lips, feeling that familiar warmth deep in his stomach.
Perhaps he should re-name the youth, but that would mean a test to see if he was worthy of the name in mind.

Earp lurched up, feigning a snap at the boy. To see if he'd simply cower or actually stand up for himself this time.