Two Rivers Isle they don't rattle windows or write letters in blood.

Oh!

But this was so good! Ideal, even! If she did not wish to speak, they could communicate in these other ways. Better ways.

He welcomed her into his space at once. Posture held a bit lower than hers for a dose of respect to her kindness. His nostrils flared to take in the breadth of her scent. To find all the little notes in it that might tell him the important things about her.

His tail continued it's sway behind himself. Pleased greatly more than he might ever be able to convey to her!

Another note crooned. This one warmer and vibrant than the last.

His front end dropped slightly.