Moonsong Glacier do you know just how much you're worth?

The other wolf's consternation earned a huff of laughter from Dutch. The sound was part amusement and part frustration. Communication would be difficult between them. For Dutch, it was crippling to realize he could not weave his words in a way this stranger could understand. They would have to start small and simple.

Very simple.

"A good name," said Dutch, clinging to his patience by a thread. He had the answers to two questions, now, even if one of them had been rather noncommittal. He opened his mouth to comment on Fallen Sun's weight, which seemed not to be in dire straights. At the last moment, he bit his tongue and offered a somewhat pained smile.

"Then we will hunt," he said. Slowly. So so slowly. "And if you hunt well, perhaps you needn't be lonely anymore. Yes?"