Totoka River pressure wouldn’t squash me and fire couldn’t burn

Perhaps the exit of his feathered familiar would urge some words out of her. Witnessing a talking bird shocked the words out of most wolves after all. She probably was no different.
But still she did not speak. Only nipped at his ankles (the second surprise of the day), whined, and shuffled in place. He chuckled lightly at the oddity of it all.
What is it, mate? You don’t have a name? Still no answer. Valentine took a step back and hummed thoughtfully.  His eyes slowly grew alight, as a small match would, as the realization came to him.
Ah I see… you can’t speak can you?