Tiny ball of angry

The young girl's enthusiasm brought laughter from the large Warlord. She bumped her nose against her shoulder - likely the best she could reach. He took a seat before her, lowering his head to watch her first interaction with her new companion. Instead, she turned her attention to him, question after question tumbling free.

“I communicate with words, and she responds with sign language in her paws. Marshal can croak at me, but he prefers not to. It changes from companion to companion. The alpha of Valhalla speaks to her cats and they speak back. Some creatures can't seem to form the words. This Wolverine has been around wolves most of its life, and has understood the simple instructions I've given him so far.” He explained to her carefully. He nudged the Wolverine closer to his young pupil.

“Teaching him will be a lesson for both of you, but you can come to me when you're unsure on how to proceed with something. He eats meat, and vegetation.”