Tychon’s broken and rasping voice barely caused the exuberant woman to miss a beat, though the tune of her movement changed. From overwhelming glee at seeing him, to bone deep concern at his state of being. Lilac eyes saddened at his response and her body twisted to be more focused on him instead of dancing around in joy. An audible whine pierced through her own lips, worry seeping through her golden mask. Unable to help herself, she moved forward to press her shoulder against his, wishing desperately she was able to take the pain away from him. Purposefully setting aside her reservations, she ran her tongue over his twisted face, her voice a soft coo. She did not care if he snarled or snapped at her. He was a part of her family and she cared for him.
I can be your voice! She exclaimed, suddenly excited and dancing away from him again. Rolling on the ground, paws in the air and batting at him, she chuckled in her mirth. I can speak for you, you will be suddenly a lot less growly.
Voice teasing and light, she twirled back onto her feet, gracefully landing another lick on the side of his face, as if that sealed the deal. Still grinning, she padded down the trail and looked back at him.
I know of a waterfall. The water is always cool, it might help your voice! Even if it did not ease the rough cords, the beauty of the frozen cascades was a sight which left onlookers speechless. There was no need to talk before such beauty. Even the water under the falls only rumbled dully, vibrating through the earth and the air in its own quieter contemplation or hibernation from the earth. Grinning, she beckoned Tychon to follow her with yips and backward motioned playbows. Bit by bit she would hopefully pull him along with her.