Moonspear thanks, bathtub barracuda

Aesop had never been as close to Thistle's kids as he'd hoped. Things were getting more complicated just as they were born, and it wasn't long after that he left. Still, it made him feel warm and fuzzy inside that Floki remembered him at all, much less in a positive light. 'm glad to be back, kid. He paused, recognized his mistake, and then ammended it. Damn, sorry. It's a habit. One he'd have to break if all of his leadership was going to be so young.

For a moment he just thought on his answer, watching Floki begin to shovel wet earth out of the corner of his eye. Here and there, he said. I went up north. Further north than here, even. Saw a bit of the world before my retirement. This was the part in the conversation where Aesop should have asked a question, and they'd go back and forth until they were either tired of each other or friends. Unfortunately, Aesop couldn't think of any questions. So he just kept digging, the den now beginning to take some shape.