Moonsong Glacier when at night upon my pillow lie

short because phone post :>

huhoto? the red man tilted his head and pondered this. 

Hey. 

That sounded very correct. 

huhoto! he wuffed again, his muzzle snapping with every bark. His elbows hit the powdersnow and he barked the name over and over again, almost knocking the lad over in his excitement. 

hhui! his own greeting came from a voice roughed by lack of use, but sounding like summer rain and spring meadows.