Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190902044738/@comment-33229352-20190902061018

The Bushbeast's eyes flashed at the mention of Ishmael's name. It settled down, folding its legs underneath it much like a cat's. If these strangers were looking for Ishmael, it decided, then they must not be foes. It tilted its head in an inquisitive way, as if asking a wordless question.

Telepathy would be the way to go if Galaxian was looking to play a game of mental charades.