Redhawk Caldera Hurry up, we're dreaming

It was amazing to watch her reactions to his words and touches. It appeared that she could hear him, at least to some degree; before long, her little ears would be standing erect and she would be able to listen and understand language, as well as speak it herself. He smiled, watching as she bounced in place and then scooted herself closer to him, nonverbally asking for him to scratch her head.

Her gestures were apparent enough for him to interpret, so he craned his neck and began to preen the top of her head gently with his teeth and lips. He scratched behind her ear, massaging the downy fur there and waiting for any signs from her that would mean she wanted him to continue or stop.