Care to spin a yarn?

He’d ventured eastward and south, though he was careful to give the Ashen packs a wide berth, even if he hoped he’d come across Lia and see what adventures – or spar clobberings – they could sniff out. Eventually, he slowed as he found fresh traces of deer, dropping into a stealthy, graceful prowl until he glanced up and spotted the two deer.

And who should he spot but his cousin Ulric, giving the deer a hard study? His tail waved in greeting, a careful motion of welcome as he shifted and slipped up beside the older man, grinning. Keeping his voice low, but not whispering – whispers carried further than low, soft speech – he tipped his head toward the deer asking, “Got one in mind?”

Attached to his armor were his two bags on each side, and one carried the tools he now almost always carried, for skinning, processing and stowing hides, meat and other pieces for travel.

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