PALE AS THE MOON UPON SNOW

He finally spoke, his voice a monotone and he explained his disdain for words. How strange, that a wolf wouldn't like to speak using a vocal language like the one that she used so regularly. Hesitantly, she would let her own lyrics tumble from her rosy lips. "This might be a dumb question, but what language is that?" She asked, tilting her cranium to the side, ruby optics fixing upon his face. When he brought a paw up to his fluffy chest, she was curious, her crimson pools flicking down to follow his ivory paw. Was something wrong with his heart? She didn't want to ask, the gloomy expression on his face somehow told her that asking would bring on an explanation she wouldn't... what? Like? Understand? Her own vague assumptions bothered her, since she really did not know at all what the problem was. Still, her jaws would remain shut, not asking the question that rattled about in her brain.
Cherry gaze would return to the face of the man with the flaming eyes, flickering over his strange markings and yet she found them only interesting. What lineage would one have for them to be born with such a unique coat? She no doubt would inquire at some point, but not yet, she was still curious to find out why he didn't like to talk. Tall pink tinted audits were shoved forwards, eager to receive an explanation, however short or long it may be.