Sleeping Dragon unconscious selection

The man who had introduced himself as Gavriel seemed well enough, but it was the other coywolf who seemed to find himself with a bit of trouble finding his tongue. Glu peered at the stranger with an intense curiosity that burned in the yellow of his gaze. The fellow hybrid had made a sort of choking and coughing noise that was supposed to represent his calling. Furrowed brows creased the features of the skeletal healer as he imagined what the spatting could be translated to. Certainly this wolf did not think that it would be an easy feat to guess after having made such a noise.
 
Thankful for the first wolf, Glu could allow himself to stop the game of guessing. It was confirmed that the other halfling was not able to speak – though it was not determined whether this was by choice or by accident. “How peculiar,” Glu mused aloud with a short flick of his tail tip. “Has he always been like this?” the coywolf then inquired to Gavriel with a fiendish expression. Nothing delighted him more than to know the medical maladies that plagued his fellow pack members.