Silence was singing. Not out loud of course, that was impossible, but within the confines of her mind she was singing loud and clear. A happy tune, one to wag your tail to and nod your head in time with. And that is what she was currently doing. Her paws were tapping the terrain in time with her silent beats, her tail lashed from side to side whilst her head bobbed from side to side.

She wasn’t here for any reason in particular. She was as lost as ever and just as miserable about it. However, so far her journey out on her own hadn’t been quite as bad as she had expected it to be. She’d met a few others, had a bit of fun and was actually enjoying her freedom, which is why she had run from her home in the first place.

Her singing, I mean, her quite stopped as she heard the scuffling of another through the tree line and further towards the centre of the meadow. Curious, she pushed her white head through the thickets to see an onyx wolf sitting on a pile of snow… How odd. She didn’t do anything more, just looked at the other, confusion across her face.

It appeared they were at a bit of a stalemate as they simply looked at each other, but then the other took charge and called for her to come forward. Used to following the rules, Silence obeyed and delicately exited from the thickets. It was easy for her to pull her small figure from the bushes and she ignored the small tugs of the twigs snagging her fur.

Still, she didn’t come too close. She stopped a good ten feet away from the black wolf and simply looked at her. She wasn’t really sure what to do next, she couldn’t say hello, so instead, she tipped her muzzle to the floor in greeting before raising her head back up again to once more look upon the black wolf.

Now she was closer, she recognised she was female. She didn’t smell of anything but herself, so she guessed she too was a loner. She guessed that could be comforting, but she kept herself on edge, ready to run should she need to.

She seemed friendly enough. She hadn’t tried to eat her yet which was always a good sign. Once the greetings were done with though there was little more Silence could do to prompt up a conversation. Instead, she took a seat upon the cold terrain and tilted her head at the other.

She wasn’t sure what to do next- she had yet to find a way to tell others she was a mute and unable to communicate through the usual channels, and meeting strangers was often a hard and scary process… or like this one, just plain awkward. Looking back to the other she offered a half smile and a shrug.

The other female took a step forward and vanished into the pile of snow she had been making. Some would find it funny, but Silence was a little worrier and rushed forwards to see if the other was alright. She'd taken quite a tumble it looked like and with her own welfare aside (who knew, perhaps this was a plot to get her closer and gobble her up!) she ran to the others aid, arriving in time to see the black female pop up looking a little sheepish.

The panic in her vanished instantly and she held in a smile. It would have been rude to laugh after all.

Well this was going to be interesting. It appeared she wanted to talk at last. Silence always hated this part. She felt like such a fool. A sad smile crossed her face as she nodded at the others name. She danced on her front paws, shifting her weight as she tried to decide what to do next. There was no way she could say hello, but she could always wave. And with that, she lifted her front paw and began to bat the air in a waving motion. She added a small smile at the other as she did before she allowed her paw to rest upon the cold floor once again.

That was a Silence, hello.

Being Silence was so tedious and frustrating all at the same time. Most often other wolves thought she was just insane or rude when she didn’t speak back and it appeared that this wolf was no different. She sighed to herself and lowered her rear to sit upon the frosty terrain.

She nodded her head at the others question, but still said nothing. How was one supposed to explain they couldn’t talk. She should be well practised by now but instead it seemed that every time she met a new face it was harder and harder to tell them that she wasn’t being rude, she was actually a pretty nice girl… nice but defected.

She tilted her own head, mimicking the other. She could see the other female was confused, perplexed by her strange action but what more could she do. Thinking a moment she thought she’d tried her usual routine, though it often failed. She began to move her mouth like she was talking, and when nothing came out she stopped and then shook her head.

I can’t talk. See. Look. Nothing comes out when I do this spoke her mind.