Stavanger Bay just dead air

After a while of digging for his stick, Levi simply sat in the sandy dirt near the den and waited. He didn't have to wait long for Thistle to show up with food in her mouth. He smiled when he saw her, quickly standing up and trotting over to her. She gave him a gentle nudge and said hello, to which he replied with a playful nip of his teeth on her chin and a head-bump to her chest. She was the first wolf he had seen and met after his own family, and he always liked her, even if they didn't spend much time together.

Though he was a quiet boy, he was curious. He tilted his head slightly, poking his nose toward the world outside their little den site, asking, Can we go out? He wanted to learn a trade, but he wasn't sure how to tell her that with his body language. He wanted to be helpful, to make a difference in his pack, but being silent wasn't doing him any favors. Maybe he'd have to actually start speaking soon, which wasn't his favorite thought of the day.