Silvertip Mountain Crooked Young

The man tilted his head. "I don't mind at all. I got most of the scars from my violent mother and father. Others I got from being thrown into dangerous situations, like when I was young, not a pup, they put me against a large male deer. The rest are from fights I got into as a loner. They haven't healed nicely, and sometimes I get embarrassed about them." He confessed. He didn't want the girl to be worried about asking him anything. "I'm pretty open about my childhood and some of my older years. I'm always open to stories I f you ever would like to hear one. Some stories are gruesome, others less gruesome." he said as he smiled. His scars told a story, and this girl was the first to ask about them. He outstretched his neck, and shook his fur a bit to reveal the largest scar on his neck. "This one was when I met up with a black bear. Strange creatures, for sure. They don't know how to fight very well, they just go for the neck. As you can see, this bugger got me." he laughed. The scar was caved in, and healed poorly. This one was very rarely seen, thanks to long fur.