Northstar Vale not with a bang, but with a whimper

A vibration, and then the feeling of gentle teeth. An oxymoron, though Sable did not known this yet. Sable did not know many things.

But, if there was one thing he did know, it was the familiar warmth of family. He settled at the side of his father, and in response to his nosing, gentle touch, the boy would respond with a raspy mewl, barely above a whisper, but supremely talkative for the boy who didn’t talk much.