indenthe smiled sheepishly. it was awkward he supposed to be around him, with his disability. communication was such an important factor in pack animals and here he was, lacking the ability. but he was surviving, surviving the best he could and maybe even one day he could heal it- but no, he never would and he knew it, false hopes got you nowhere, and oh- the wolf was talking. he carefully followed the lip movements and strained, slowly comprehending the structure of lip reading. 'pleasure, ahren,' he smiled, thinking the name sounded familiar. had he met another de le poer? probably, but he couldn't think of who it might've been now. samson blinked at the second half of the statement. 'yes, i can,' he explained. maybe it just depended on the wolf or coyote, who thought it was easier to speak through writing or through lip reading, even though he was amatuerish at best with lip reading itself.
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