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

She confirmed she was mute with a brief nod. He’d known his fair share of silent types — Gylfie came to the forefront of his mind — but even they uttered a word every once in awhile. Peony would be the first wolf he’d met to not speak at all.
She turned around and gestured Valentine to her side with a guttural bark. He’d follow along.
Taking me on an adventure?