Moonsong Glacier in the light of the sun

Unfortuntely, Fallen Sun had never come across that sentence, and whatever woodpecker pecked upon his skull earlier that morning did not do it hard enough to jog loose the phrase 'I am hurt'. Nor did he have anyone to teach him the complicated art of whatever paw movements made the Quiet Sounds that Make Sense to some wolves. 

But he did know body language quite well, so the hip gesture made a lot more sense. He went over to it and gave it a lick. A fuzzy memory of his Ma licking his hurts better flashed in his mind. His head tilted. Did that help?