Two Rivers Isle Then we got tattoos by the coast

The dark male shook his head, no, that making sound did not hurt his throat. Ulrich released a small sigh of relief. Well, that's good, at least. He smiled at his friend, for even if they could not have a regular conversation, Ulrich still thought of them as friends. He liked to think he was friends with every member of the Isle.

He found himself at a loss for what to say, feeling responsible for keeping the conversation up since his friend could not speak. Uh... he faltered for a moment, awkwardly. H-How are you liking the Isle? Do you like living here? This was a genuine question, as Ulrich wanted everyone here to be happy and healthy, and to living a fulfilling life. If anything needed changing, he wanted to know now, when the pack was still new, and changes could be made more easily.