Silvertip Mountain Arabian Nights

Thread towards chronicler trade

Outside of it's den, a wolf with a pellet of smoky-grey laid, his head resting on his forepaws. The sky was bright, with a few puffs of cloud crossing the blue sky above. The sun was high in the sky, indicating midday, or at least to Chaska's knowledge. It was mildly warm. A perfect day to be outside.

"...and the spirit of the she-wolf went to the night sky. And every night, her kin would howl to her in her honor" he finished. For the entire day, he had been reciting stories and legends from his childhood. The current one was a legend of how the moon came to be, one of his mother's favorites. It was a romantic tale, so he didn't enjoy it as much.