Wapun Meadow iii. [m] sunglow and wildflower petals

He felt it, too. Every touch sent a new shiver down his spine, a good shiver, not a cold one. Warm. So warm, he wanted to keep her warm, her safe... he didn't know a thing about her, which was fair enough. He wanted her to be cared for.

In truth, the man knew little of words, and even less of proper pronunciation. He didn't know why others had it easier than he, this communication thing was foreign and harder for the silent wolf. But she looked so... happy to hear the two that bubbled into his rare thoughts, he could only imagine that she understood. There weren't many known noises; one could count them as toes could be counted on a single paw, and Fallen wanted to share every last noise he could with Wind Flower. 

She liked those noises; they seemed to take her breath away and give it back in an instant. Could he try to do it the way Noise Giver had shown him? Would that make her happier?

wwrnd... rwwwrinnn- come on, just like Noise Giver... over the tongue-

After a few more heartbeats of failure... he took his time, carefully thinking about each, and every, movement of his tongue. It was perhaps the hardest he'd ever thought about vocalizations, of the sounds that were so close and yet so far that it burned ire into his heart. But that wouldn't do for her, no. He didn't want irritation anywhere near her.

Careful, as if a duck had lain eggs at his paws and he had to step over them as not to break them. Take time, imagine and move his tongue to replicate the sounds of Noise Giver. A hoarse, yet youthful softness, unlike the sun-pelted wolf's coat and more akin to the forest in his eyes. Gentle. Uncertainty danced in his tone like leaves falling from trees before winter. A word, two words, maybe he could shoot for three?

Wind... Fl...Flouwher-