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By looking at the two, she could already tell there was a bond between them though it was not based in sound, but in companionship. She imagined a give and take relationship, the accompaniment to the horse and a means to travel for the wolf. But surely there was more to discover, just as there had been more to see with her first owl companion always watching even when unseen.

The Nomad tuned her ears to receive the subtle sounds of the steed; his breathing, each snort and whisper as his eye remained on her as she came closer. Her gaze turned to Vlad to ask the woman again in silence for her permission to proceed, then did so with subdued enthusiasm to keep from spooking the woman and horse. Raising her unoccupied arm, the woman made a gesture for ‘understanding’ by tapping the top of her head, then brought the index finger of that same hand to touch the tip of her nose as a silent gesture to ‘imitate’. At first, the animal stared blindly at the wolf, shaking his head and prepared to lower it to the ground with disinterest, but the short burst of a growl from the Alpha righted it up again and had him staring.

His attention kept and ears drawn forward, the Nomad began to imply about the ground beneath his hooves. Soft…long….sweet to taste. The octave was strange even to her own ears, but it was a ‘searching’ tone to gain a response from the animal. Again she repeated the sounds, pointing to the fragrant blades beneath them then brought the finger to her nose in question. Patiently, she continued the tune, until the unmistakable intelligent light of understanding lit the horse’s eyes. The Nomad’s ears perked up and tail involuntarily swayed in mirth. Yes, that was it. She implied again about the grass and heard the animal’s response. Smiling she looked to the Russian traveler.

“Within the sounds of your friend, are words your ears will learn to hear. But for the time…try his words. Adopt his sound and more of his voice will come to you…Try. ‘Soft…long…sweet taste of ground. Grass. Feet upon grass…’


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