Iktome Plains There was truth, there was consequence

It was his custom to apply his own, strange reasoning to everything around him in an attempt to understand his world. So, Farstep's bark was taken to mean 'yes', as that is what made the most sense to the foxwolf at the time. 'No' did not come first because the naive boy was inclined toward a more positive outlook on things, little having occurred in his short life to make him think otherwise.

Suddenly, his companion trips. Roo freezes, looking down at the wolf with concern. "Are yous okay?" He asks, but as soon as the words leave his mouth he can see for himself the male's fine. In fact, it seems he has discovered something. Roo watches with attentive curiosity, and is compelled to move forward, his own paws itching to dig for some reason. But the male is quick, and before Roo could aid him, he has opened the entrance to a den and tucked himself safely inside.

"Oooohh," the foxwolf hums to himself. What a great find! A friendly growl invites him in. He hardly needs the invitation. He slips in to the den and coils himself into a neat ball, pressed against his companion's side. "This is nice," he said. "Good job, friend wolf— oh!" It occurs to him then, he does not know this feller's name. "I dids not ask. What is your name? I am Roo."