Oh, my litttle flashlight

Her riveted attention was flattering, an immense compliment that made him immensely happy.  He might have forgone the role of chronicler for the more sensible gamekeeper practice, but stories were still a large part of his past and something he enjoyed immensely.  That he could still spin a tale was a wonderful thing indeed, and he enjoyed her obvious rapture.

She didn't appear to try too hard, but he couldn't fault her for wanting to stay in the story.  "Twas the creature that can often be found guarding such places, a majestic sphinx, this one the guardian of the forest and the secrets it held within.  For it was a place of magic, the fact that drew the dragon there to begin with.  Sphinxes are wise, mysterious creatures, and this one was older than many.  She knew why Caius was there, and though she held no love for wolfkind, nor did she appreciate the dragon who terrorized the sacred wood.  Thus she alotted to let him pass, but only if he could answer her riddle.  After all, she was bound to ask at least this, and she could not let just anyone walk the forest."

"When confronted by the monster, Caius halted, fearful that he would need to fight her before the dragon.  He was not a large wolf, by any means, and knew that the likelihood of him winning both was terribly low.  So he prepared to plead.  Before he could speak, however, she presented him the terms.  'Wolf.  If you wish to enter these lands, a riddle first must you answer.  There are two sisters: one gives birth to the other and she, in turn, gives birth to the first.  Who are they?'".  Here he paused... he had used the original line, though at times different storytellers enjoyed introducing their own riddles to stump the listener.  Always it was custom to allow the audience a chance to answer, and he found himself doing so out of habit.  

Of course a lot of this is borrowed from myth :D Dante is too fun to write for, I am such a classics nut