Voices in the dark

Eyes would darken suspiciously as Rivaxorus spoke again. "And just how would you know that?" Her tone held a dangerous note to it; a sharpness, a warning. He'd continue to speak, but she had tensed up, wary, mistrusting now. She'd nod irregardless to his words. "Starling is a good healer. So you were born when he was training with your mother, hmm?" Interesting. "You're pretty young, then," she observed. Less than a year old, since it was winter. That did make sense, though she thought he'd might be a yearling. Ah, well, once around 6 months or older, though, pups are nearly indistinguishable from adults.

"Speech" "Language" "Farrym"