Deepwood Weald arctocephalus

When he stopped she wondered if he was angry with her. Until now he had not wanted anything, and the one thing he asked for - which she seemingly could give - was withheld. As he looked, her eyes went wide like saucers and she froze, only to ease when he spoke again. Banshee? His words were from somewhere far away.

Sulukinak did not know herself to be strange. In the Everdark, one spoke rarely, and if there was nothing to say then silence reigned. Silence had its place. The man was a creature of many voices, and Sulukinak appreciated that for what it was.

He offered a telling.

She gave a nearly imperceptible nod at this, and then hesitated with a paw raised as if to say, do we keep walking? Her tail-tip gave a feline twitch.