Moonsong Glacier Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

Silent sunset man could never refuse an invitation to share a meal - and with Winter Song, it was impossible. 

He longed to let her hear his voice as easily as he heard hers, to talk in ways that she was better accustomed to. It still burned his fur to think how little most understood him, as if Words and Important Noises were so integral to wolf life. How he somehow managed to grow up learning not one. But she... didn't seem to mind. And so, he would practice with his reflection in the water until his voice no longer sounded as an eagle's scream but instead like hers or Silver Shadow's.

He sat next to her, but these were her rabbits. She should take the first bite.