Porcupine Ridge pet semetary

Though her submission was not demanded, she provided it, and he accepted with an appeased rumble, a waving tail, and a companionable nibble to the crown of her head. She tried to respond, and he found her struggle to speak the same she had on the borders. It was not nerves then that held her tongue captive. He cocked his head, his expression not even hinting at displeasure or judgement.

"You do not speak much do you?" He asked. "It's okay if you don't," he reassured. "Our Gamma does not talk at all. He does not understand words." Or he's damn good at charades, he thought with a brief, humorous smile.