Moonsong Glacier you were destined for more

He tried again - watching closer. Fallen Sun had gotten good at the spoken tongue, or at least... figuring out what a word meant. Body language was his bread and butter, his context that had gotten him by. This new word was hard. 

He watched. Eyes never wavering from Cloud Ember's paw. A frustrated, hushed set of whimpers and whines, anxious to try and get it right. 

Another head tilt. What a curious thing the red man of moonpack was, on the edge of communication but not quite able to get it. He lifted his paw, and perhaps this time, there was something intelligible. 

-hello-