Falling Softly

Finch had always been the silent one out of her five pups. When they were awake through the night, she was asleep. When they were bouncing off the walls, she was snuggled up beside her parents, either sleeping or watching soundlessly. Wren had never suspected that the young darling was mute, just quiet and shy. But it worried her nevertheless. After all, it wasn't natural for a pup to be so quiet. They should at least be able to say, "mother" or "father" once and awhile. Finch said almost nothing. It was really strange and concerning. The dame watched with calm eyes as her daughter climbed between her paws and nibbled at her legs, while adding in some gentle pokes to her face. Wren laughed softly and planted a kiss upon the young girl's head. "You're safe with me, love." She nuzzled her daughter's innocent face gently, drawing her tongue through her ears. "You'll always be safe with me."

"Speech"
'thoughts'