Big Salmon Lake Texas Ranger

He heard him; repeated. Did it show understanding, or simple mimicry? Nashua would find out soon enough, but he trusted the former, unless proven otherwise.

With a nod, he said, watch, and turned eyes and ears to the still water suspended in the colored hues of trees overhead. Fish darted and drifted lazily about, but Nashua, at first transfixed by the glint of their scales, found his gaze catching elsewhere as his own reflection met him. 

Wolf, and not a bear.

He turned towards his company.

Wait. A question, and he lifted his paw, rivulets cascading along his downy fur. Your paws. How big? He gestured with his muzzle to his own flexing toes, then to the space below the behemoth, hoping he would understand he wished to see them like he showed the bear his own.