Swiftcurrent Creek and now what?

*resuscitates Chogan*

He blinked slowly at her words, appearing slightly pleased with himself but it was difficult to tell with his invisible, omnipresent unibrow and his twitch-less lips. You mainly had to see his expressions in his eyes, which was mostly a little unnerving to do. She asked about his ear, which was almost as much the topic of conversation as it wasn't.

"My mother used to tell me that if I continued not to listen to her that my ears would fall off..." he told her pensively, licking his jaws and staring a moment longer before turning his strong, pointed muzzle out over the Creek. He realized at that moment that he had never told anyone the real story behind his missing ear, though he wouldn't be able to explain why he danced around the question each time it was asked. It wasn't like some big secret—clear as day as it was that the ear had been removed uncouthly, violently, and by jaws no larger than another wolf's.