Moonsong Glacier you have walked this path since your birth

He did not take the man for one who liked games, but that was clearly an invitation to Play. Fallen's familiar head tilt gave way to a face that sized up his opponent. If he were to protect moonpack, like what he could only assume Silver Shadow wanted of him, he needed to prove he could - hey, where was he going?! 

Silver Shadow started to move, and they were Talking! Busy! Don't leave! And other words the red man couldn't say. Actions spoke louder than words, anyway. 

Fallen Sun's muzzle parted in a wuff as he darted in front of the other, accidentally tasting his fur.