Silver Creek [m] Ain't nowhere left for the good to go

A smirk briefly crossed his dark-masked features. Winterbourne had given up telling her that he didn't understand, and instead had made a game of trying to puzzle out familiar words from the mix. So far he hadn't been successful. Eventually, he figured, he would start to get it.

Until then, he had his own way of responding when that lovely mouth started speaking nonsense again. He picked himself up, answering the tease in Ingiullik's voice with a low growl as he swung a still-damp foreleg over her and pressed his muzzle into her ruff. Clearly she wasn't interested in the fish.

I like looking at you, He told her, nose trailing through her fur.