Ouroboros Spine lxiii. if i said i'd be good would you even believe me?

The doe blinked, surprised he had spoken -- the dark man was not one of many words. She dipped her buckskin crown silently, not wishing to bombard him with a string of verbosity. I understand. 

She had known wolves who were deaf, feral, blind. Her own daughter was mute. Lótë could accommodate his broken syntax and whatever had damaged him so. 

"I am called Lótë," the two-year started with something simple, hoping he might offer something she could call him in return.