Dahozhoni Meadow he was living on borrowed time

more confident that the fruit wasn't poisonous, she takes the second one betwixt her jaws and bites down; refraining from gobbling the sweetfruit down, though, admittedly, it was tempting to her.

she catches the gesture he makes; ocher gaze rising sharply to peer up at him. a swipe of his paw down his muzzle.

a question she gleams from the gesture, though she misunderstands. he thinks she's asking him if she can speak period.

she gives a firm shake of her head: no, only barely resisting the urge to sign it in ptero.

and then she lifts a paw to her ears, swiping it down one so it lays flat against her skull: i can't hear either. the ear lingers like that for a moment before he gives her head a soft shake and it rights itself.