Umisk didn't talk.

He didn't make a move until he resumed his supper.

But he was a companionable-looking little fellow, for all that, and Baree was happier than he had been since the day he left the old windfall.
This friendship, even though it outwardly appeared to be quite one-sided, was decidedly fortunate for Umisk.

When Baree was at the pond, he always kept as near to Umisk as possible, when he could find him.

One day he was lying in a patch of grass, half asleep, while Umisk busied himself in a clump of alder shoots a few yards away.