Willows

He smirked slightly at her comment, a chuckle filtering through his nose.

It didn’t take much to tip the yearling into sleep. Hopefully the dreams would be pleasant. His own were a riot of many scenes, from chasing a moose calf and abruptly being confronted by its angry mother – that tugged a little yip through the humming – to an early memory of being small and still wholly dependent on his mother. Words hadn’t meant much, but her low voice had meant everything and more.

A distant coyote bark intruded into the lazy dream-paths and his eyes opened, ears perking as he lifted his head slightly, listening to judge the distance of the yippersnapper. It was a long way off, likely harassing some other creature, and he relaxed again with one of those deep, full body sighs, ears flicking to listen to the night noises and Lia’s slow, easy breathing from a foot or two away.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think