Silvertip Mountain Dear Rabbit

Chaska smiled to himself. It warmed his heart to hear someone speaking good of his tales. And he smiled because she managed to figure out the morale before he could tell her. It wasn't too common where someone figures out the moral, even less so when they voice it out. Yet, she seemed nervous. Like she thought it was wrong. Even if it had been, he would not judge. He nodded, then leapt off the rock. "You are smart, for you are correct..Then again, it was kind of in plain sight" he chuckled to himself after the reply.

He then went on with a question, his tail swishing behind to show his eagerness for the answer. "What kind of stories have you listened to?" The answer he seeked could be a form of inspiration. To further his boundaries of story-telling. Widen his horizons.