Neverwinter Forest a game of turtle

Luke made short work of the rest of the turtle that Peregrine had declined - delicious as they were, unless you go a hold of a big one there was not much to them. More shell than anything. He finished by sliding his blue tongue once around his lips to clean up any flecks may have been clinging to his muzzle, all the while his attention was squarely on his companion, listening thoughtfully.

"Ah," he said with a quiet chuckle when Peregrine had finished, a sort of knowing expression on his face. "I would not be so sunny if I did not learn to be my own sunshine." Luke gave a gentle nod. He was all to aware that he was odd not only in his appearance but in his demeanor. Life seemed to be a struggle for most, and once had been for him, until he learned to have fun with it and not take it quite so serious. It was a journey, not a destination. "No one appreciates the light more than someone who has been in the dark for a while." The blue-nosed wolf paused, then chuckled again, this time a bit more heartily than before. "How's that for poetry, eh? Happiness is a choice, my friend, is all I'm saying."