Sea Lion Shores because I could not stop for death

You may not.

It was a simple statement, no snap or hiss like he was irritated by the question. To soften the words, he smiled.

Hes not fond of the questioning.

It was her next words that caught his attention, and he ignored the rest of what she said to mull over the thought of there being another.

Really, truly fascinating…another who reads the bones… He murmured to himself, before his cornflower eyes lifted up to the woman’s once more, a smile starting to twist the skin of his muzzle.

Does this reader have a name?