Redhawk Caldera somewhere in the sore, bloated meat around you

Not so long ago, he had learned words.

He had learned how to place certain phrases along one another. He might have been able to explain the situation clearly to her.

Instead, he could only offer but a whine, crouched so low he was soon lying upon the ground. Chin tilted away from his body so she might see the scabbed wound upon his neck.

The mark of a boar who had seen it fit to strike him for his novice hunting.