Neverwinter Forest callorhinus

This was many, many syllables, too many for Fallen's underdeveloped knowledge of the words of other wolves. His head tilted very curiously, almost exaggerated. A whine that was a clear hm? came from the fire-pelted wolf. 

He'd gotten a tiny bit better at a simple, three-word explanation: Whurds...nho... tot. Words no taught, or he wasn't taught words.

Words were very hard. 

Nevertheless, Fallen's feathery tail wagged happily. A new friend? Ooo what should he name her?!