Stone Circle Beetle And The Bard

At first Chaska believed she was understanding, but her response told him otherwise. He frowned himself, pausing for a moment. In a way, it kind of annoyed him. No one had ever been confused by one of his stories, and he never knew what he would do if one was confused. 

He sighed, seeing that not at all would his story work. "Fine. My pack, my family, was the first pack. The other one, the one with the new ruler, turned on us. They attacked...We didn't stand a chance." He looked away, trying to hide the tears and mourning. "I'm the only one left. And all I have are these scars."