Silvertip Mountain Lies Of Love

He knew Zaria wanted a story, but he didn't expect to be this enthusiastic. He gave a nod with a smile, and sat on his haunches, then prepared his throat with a couple of coughs. Then, he began his new tale. And because of he vocabulary, he had rehearsed it a few times to be fit for her:

"This story begins several years before our last tale. In the same valley, next to the same coast, with the same river. Everything was peaceful. Except for one wolf. He was known to the rest of the tribe as the alpha's son, or as 'The Trickster'. He earned this title from his tricks. But none ever ended in harm. He would never do such a thing. As much as he loved to trick them, he would never hurt them, for he cared for them. His closest friend always sided with him when another asked the alpha's son about his tricks, and protected him from accusations. But that would all soon change, when a wandering lone wolf came upon them."