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Slavik smiled, glad that his acquaintance liked his childhood tale. She mentioned that he'd get along with her younger sister, and he wondered if she lived at Sunspire too. All the wolves from that pack seemed to have their own flairs, and he liked it.

She began her story about a bird king, though it started out about two wolves. Or so he thought. As she continued on it crossed his mind that maybe the brothers were birds, but he put his foolish thought aside as he didn't want to bother her by asking. He raised his eyebrows when she said the tree would bleed. Neato, he added, imagining a tree seeping blood. Scary, but neato.

She continued on the story, her storytelling was much better than his. She was very interesting to listen to, he found himself entrapped in the tale. She would certainly be a master in her craft, while Slavik would likely only hit dad storytelling level. He finally decided for certain that the main characters were in fact wolves, and was confirmed when she said it herself. But then he wasn't a wolf anymore, he turned into a tree. That was even crazier than the bloody tree. He chuckled and shook his head when she asked for questions, that must've sucked, he said, his tail swishing across the lush turf of the meadow.