Moonsong Glacier in the light of the sun

The first yawning rays of morning's light seemed to dull Fallen Sun's pelt, not quite in its full red glory. He wished he could tell Silver Shadow that all had gone smoothly during his time away, and no one was injured. In fact, he was proud to, upon spotting his friend, bark Hi! as if it were the only thing he was able to communicate fluently, full of excitement.

He'd been practicing. And he wanted to share all of the words he knew with his friend, his tail a feathery blur as he bounced around him. 

Tuh-rhee! tree. Buhee! bee. Skhuy. sky. Deutcha. it was supposed to be ditch, as he kept thinking about what Silver Shadow or Evening Rose might call the thing. 

More words, simple words a pup would know, but he kept barking them out as excitedly as one. Was he getting better, his head tilted. Did his words make sense? Did Silver Shadow like them?