Moonsong Glacier To regard the frost and the boughs

gah-rahss, he tried, tilting his head at the stuff below his feet. That had a Name?

And the sky above his head - sahy? - that also had a word in the language of wolves? 

His head was filled with questions he couldn't ask, but eyes burnt bright for the answers. What were the other words? How did he even say her name? Or the one he gave her? 

Winter Song! How did he tell her his name was Fallen Sun? He could do it if he tried, but it was long and it hurt his throat. 

In fact, his throat hurt from the effort, so he simply went back to silence. 

What would they... do now? Chase some more? Was she hungry? His rabbit was back the way they came! He could go get it and she could eat it! yeah! 

He took a few steps back to see if she'd follow.