Swiftcurrent Creek Stuttering Stanley

At long last, a branch emerged... or that's what Relonikiv thought it was. Feeling a deep sense of accomplishment, the tired boy eased back onto his haunches, looking at their unearthed treasure. It was like no branch he'd ever seen. It was curvy, with pointy spokes. He could see little marks he'd made with his teeth.

Only when Scimitar mentioned that these grew out of a beast's head did Relonikiv second guess his assumption about it being a branch. He blinked loudly at the Alpha male, then stared at the object again, seeing it in a whole new light. He pictured wolves with these "branches" thrusting from their foreheads. The mental image was fascinating but sort of scary.

"Wha? How?" he asked, uncertain what Scimitar meant by take down and incredibly interested to hear more of these beasts with trees growing from their heads.