Silvertip Mountain Dear Rabbit

There appeared to be no negative feedback, and her nod he took as the go ahead on continuing. So he cleared his throat once more. One day, he was going to clear it too much, and his throat would ache. But not for a time. After readying himself, he went on:

"The hare let the pup out from time to time, to feed on small creatures. It was the way of life, and the hare accepted that. As long as it could care for the pup, and not be eaten himself. The hare treated the pup as one of it's own, even though it had none to call it's own. And on occasion, the pup would return the favor. And some points in time, another creature would come to harm the hare. But with the pup's presence, none dared to come...This was soon to change."

He paused once more. Chaska was reaching the final part of his short tale. The part which would bring it to a close, revealing the morale of the story. One that gave much truth about the world around them.