Stone Circle every little lie in this world comes from dividing

When minutes pass and still no one comes to confront him, Vermouth quickly grows bored. He wanders closer to Vixen again, idly sniffing at her. He wonders why she’s mute. Is it an affliction? Or a choice? Come to think of it, can she understand his speech?

“Nod if you can understand what I’m saying, Vixen.”