Stavanger Bay just dead air

Levi nodded and smiled, thumping his tail happily behind him. He and Miss Thistle hadn't spent too much time together, but it was good that she understood his body language. He knew eventually he would have to speak, but for now he was content with this form of communicating. Eventually, after months of doing the same movements, he would have to use words to convey his more complex meanings, but the simplicity of a pup's life and needs was covered by this basic form of talking.

He wondered where they would go today, and what he would learn. He needed to learn a trade, but what that would be, he didn't know. Perhaps Thistle could show him some, but he didn't know how to ask just yet. Maybe that would be the time he would speak, but it wouldn't be today. He wasn't ready for his voice to be heard above the din of the world.