Sun Mote Copse What's a boy to do

Rhonen wished that the whole world could use the language that Towhee had taught him. For that he would always count her as one of the best. She had given him a way to speak with those he cared about at least, without stumbling and tripping over his words. This was freedom. And for now it was dashed. 

He nodded his head. Yes his name was Rhonen, but Rho would work. He could answer to that. It wasn't hard to say. 

Another nod, and he motioned with his paw. bbback thththat wawaway. Sssun Mamammote cococopse.