Stone Circle Make me your deadman

It seemed the adorable ghost was loved by ladies - Mara being the second to laugh at his quite goofy way of showing what he was feeling. Calloon wondered then; if he was able to communicate like this, why did not everyone just do it? He guessed that would make it hard to organize a pack though, but still! Surely I can't be the only one - surely not, surely not. The black nymph had not talked either, but he was still doubting if she were truly mute. Wanting no more to do with the thought of his stillness, he tried to focus on the female before him.

She is guessing - she is guessing me? What oh what could it be?

When the question hung in the air for a bit longer than necessary, Calloon shocked at how easily the question was answered, he shook his head in a "no". Please oh please, just say Calloon - guess me, guess me. Call me whatever.