Sequoia Coast cantaloupe

the dreamer did not expect the perfect moue of her mouth to form soundless words; he stared at her mouth, scarcely comprehending.

so she can speak, Wolf purred in a low growl that vibrated into one ear and through the other.

"i will stay." it felt wrong to speak aloud, as if dancing fox had removed scales from his eyes, and he could see that there had never been a reason to use sound.

it felt clumsy, saying words, feeling the thin rush of air to form them, the press of tongue. he was suddenly and direly aware of the teeth in his mouth and the packed snow under his elbows.

"you trust me to help you deliver them?" wolf dreamer had no experience with this, not even in the world before. he had been selfish then. he was unskilled now.