Verdigris Ravine Three snakes are beginning to nest in your voicebox.

understanding enough of the wolf's words to glean that he and she were of the same mind, zoug grunted. it was a noncommittal sound, hardly more than a brief rumble, but to one who knew his words, it was a display of acceptance.

yet he did not show that she was understood. zoug instead looked off across the ravine and its misting of greenery. there was no reason to display his comprehension and many reasons not to do so.

"s'ari rest. have three. good breath." the man's voice was not halting despite the way his tones swallowed a good deal of the sounds with an odd accent. s'ari was well with her three healthy pups, suckling them in a protected den. 

the single eye waited to witness the wolf's reaction.