[J] Bubble Up Inside

He responded that he would; anything else he verbalized mattered not, for it certainly was a requirement he learn of them if he wished to tell any wolf of theirs a story. She knew her bunch, and knew that pretty tales were not ones they desired to hear; they would sooner rend his tongue from him than enable him to spin fiction. Her wolves preferred facts.

History was interesting.

As her mate invited the scarred wolf in, Tonravik nodded yet again before turning to move deeper into their home. She would find him some other time; but presently, there was another matter that she felt the need to attend to.