Silvertip Mountain A Starry Night

He listened with bated breath while Chaska told his story. One dark wolves amongst a sea of white, death and destruction forever following him. It was a terrifying story and one that almost made FitzDutiful shudder in the darkness. He found himself looking around just in case the dark wolf happened to be close by. When the story ended, FitzDutiful waited for a moment before saying anything, hoping there was more. It appeared to be at an end but it was effective enough that he wanted Chaska to go for the chronicler trade.

"Wow." he said, in a way that sounds more like air being expelled than an actual word. "What a story. Would you fancy trying to learn the Chronicler trade? The pack could use someone with your storytelling abilities and I'm sure my pups would appreciate being told stories like that." He paused, waiting for Chaska to agree, decline or umm and ahh over the option in front of him before saying anything more.

"Do you know any others you could tell me?" he wanted more.