He sniffed at Preacher's paw when it was close enough, ears perking forward before he rolled over on his back. Gloom was wriggling his back along the ground and stretching out with a happy chitter. "Gloom likes y'but doesn't know y'name. Can't call y'noodlefriend, that's kind of rude.
"... and ... maybe? If y'can make friends with shadows they might let y'do that? Not quiet shadows but the ones that talk if y'listen. Quiet shadows are stupid."
The Semblance of Unity