Moonsong Glacier in the light of the sun

The red man's tail wagged happily, pressing his forehead into the other's, seemingly shaking with effort. 

rhok. he pawed at a rock. wahtur. the rock skittered into a small puddle. yuh. he pawed lightly at Silver Shadow's feet.

sahdough. Shadow. The closest he got to saying the very special name he picked out all wonderfully for his friend!

He still didn't know the 'silver' bit, nor did he know how the words had entered his head. For all he knew, a bird pecked at his noggin until they appeared there. But there he went, excitedly barking out sahdowh again, running in circles. 

Fallen Sun was going on three but still mentally a puppy, or at least... a man who got easily excited about communication noises.