Moonsong Glacier now that we don’t talk

This was a different kind of conversation, and she was unsure how to navigate it. She watched as the other wolf lifted her paw to signal something, and she did her best to interpret what it meant. You... she attempted, her mind fumbling as she moved her toes on the ground similarly.

You ... don't need help, she guessed, after JR shook her head. Ariadne frowned. Oh, okay, she said, unsure what to say next; she found it strange trying to communicate with somebody who didn't talk back. This was a new experience with her.

If you are hungry, you are welcome to help me hunt—I am happy to share the quail.